Lyrics:
You want to change the fact, that water is a human right
Cause in your eyes, it's a good, for what we have to pay your price!
Water sources, in
and child, you understand?
We got to keep it real, and what reality
And reality will keep it real with us
I remember them good ol' days
Because see, that's
Some times you get a thing for me and you want my company, yes, you do, baby
So I drive for miles to be where you are
I know each time I go I give
must have a death wish
you look a little anorexic
Though I know you eat'n good healthy food
You do not smoke cigarettes, do drugs, get drunk
Or even
start acting up
Just hit my line instead for real
You can hit my line if you need me (Ayy)
Stars in your eyes when you see me (Ayy)
Food for thought, not
the reason a nigga had a knot
My early teens all up in the club
Poppin bottles of bub
And I'm good with the plug
I had a life way before my life now
I'm
dancing, dancing
Real trap niggas take chances, flirting with the devil, slow dancing
Real street bitches take chances, flirting with the devil, romancing,
or three
Let me give you a tip, just try a nacho chip
It's really good with bean dip
I eat uno, dos, tres, quatro burritos
Pretty soon I can't fit in my
성장시키진 않더라고
게다 난 원치 않아 아무것도
근데 somethin' with the jeans 그래 신경 쓰여서
술잔을 비웠지
아무 느낌 없이
and dive in swimming pool
baby I swim good
baby you my company
널 위해 죽을게
And speak real slow
You love hip-hop
And rock 'n' roll
Dad took off when
You were four years old
There was a good man
Named Paul Revere
I feel much
Said you want a little company
And I love it 'cause the thrill's cheap
Said you left him for good this time
Still if he knew I was here, he'd
[Havoc]
Aiyyo P man, it's that shit!
That real shit!That's comin back around
And we've been on it.. for a long time now!
You know who started
never seen
Mixing flavours that just don't belong
But if the food is good
The company's kind
It's holy, it's precious
It's not to be messed with
And if I
You've come a long way baby,
From wealth and food stamp lines,
You're moving on up,
And leaving poverty behind.
You've had a good education,
probably wanna knows what's In
The food that you eat
Its miguelini rapping about the food labels
And companies just drawing up
Lies and rude fables
up on me like its all you know
We go real good
Feels like soul food
When you come around
We go real good
Feels so natural
When you come around
We go
musicians should
And it would sound like music
And the music would sound good
But in real life I'm stuck with
That same old formula
Me and my monophonic
Used to have no food to eat
Every time I had crocs on my feet
Same boy who was out the mud
I ain't even got a place to sleep
So I traded my sleep for
You've been taken
Gone
Turn me on, and I'm a turn him, yeah
You know I love you like cooked food
You know you fuckin' wit' a good dude
You know you
Momma’s Worry
Raise hell all night long
Heaven’s full and they’re playing my song
The company’s as good as I keep
At Momma’s Worry on up the street
Pavilion in '89
I met some weirdoes and had myself a real good time
Downtown L.A. is a soul graveyard
Where you got to be hard or get jacked
It lacked
"Good God Almighty, like back in the old days
You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play
How to play it and you know whether
feel?
Nigga this don't feel real
We eatin' good feel like Paul Blart for real
Nigga of the year I know
Ballin' too hard feel like Shaquille O'Neal
Yeah
my home boy
Switchin' through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin', swingin' with this .30 on me
Drivin' real slow, ridin' with my Tec
Drivin'
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