Lyrics:
mighty for maricons
I might as well put all my killers in YSL
Put my voice on this microphone, put you pussy niggas through hell
Hell's fire, I never lie,
Keep it real & Bang Screw.
V3)
I ain’t got a job but I’m still getting paid, been that way since I sold Poke’Balls back in 1st grade.
All my Ex’s
the gang
I hopped off in that Vette and make em sweat by servin lanes, skrtt skrtt
I'm with that bartender no Tpain
VVS diamonds all on my neck I break
of that six figure shit,
that live and die by the trigger shit,
that H-Town, P.A. Texas trill ass nigga shit.
want to fuck with me get a bigger clique,
known for robbing trains and things
Laying everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you live in, see (why?)
'Cause
stripes like Hamburgler for my work
Ask Lupe the killa, killa, killa, killa
Mercy, he's a mess! So immersed in his murk
He's two thirds submerged below
Artwork by Richard Alan Krieger
“When the earth is dying there shall arise a new tribe of all colors and all creeds. This tribe shall be called
and spray
Never could be fucked with, my dick, they love to suck it
They come in and gettin' seven, I switch a bitch like subjects
Pull up Continental,
won't be long till I'm floating
On a river with you
It's about mid-day and the sun
Is high, think I just saw my future
Ex-wife float on by
So pour me
I'm not bothered by you
Tell me, can you stand the rain
Bring the pain, it won't live in vain
Tell me, can you stand the rain
Bring the pain, it won't
can't lose, we loose, we Goose'd up, baby
My baby do it like she tryna pay her rent
(Ooh-woo, ooh-ooh-woo)
East L.A., live in the Wood, I feel like
shot, they're like "Aww, here Kobe comes"
But I got this bad bitch trying to throw me buns
If I listened to my Uncs, all them older ones
They all talk
Jacksons Harbour
Lyrics & Music - Keith Riley
Walking down by Jacksons Harbour , the sea and sand between my feet
ct night we'd sit and watch
[Warren G]
Waiting around a crew of thugs
That parade in blue, and yelling 'cause (whats up cuz)
Ate by selling drugs
'38 snub in the waist, in
with some girls all
They all Caucasian i live in the colours
I see all y'all chasin'
And if you don't believe me
I say all y'all racist
Been thinkin'
and the prosecutor (fuck you!)
And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box (fuck you!)
Fuck all y'all
'Cause I'm out on motherfuckin' bail
Y'all ain't never gonna
here
I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's
Right there up on Broadway, pull me back
have her now
Talk of the town
I write your checks
I ain't got no Tesla
But I fucked your model ex
All my ex's live in Texas so I keep it straight
When I
me, would you believe that I catted off
Shout out to my ex, since I dipped, I been well off
Photo shoots at Chickenwaffle, all we know is Peking wok
we live life slow
I was born amongst poverty, I had no dough
Motivated by a dream with some hustle and flow
My paper was never long but my ambition was
Michael?
When you walk in my bando, see dirty diapers
All I ever wanted was a sack
Every migo in my hood kept a strap
Fuck up a check, I’ma get it right back
I become
All I wanted was a family but I when I look I be the only one
Losin' everything but money everybody left and I don't even get to see my
See I'm a Texas mothafucka yeah I'm Texas raised
I'm from the city by the sea and we still choppin blades
Hittin corners, serving fiends in homies
the street
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he
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