Lyrics:
or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
when I'm at the table it's the Futterman's rule (wohoo)
Workin' on my game 'cause it's time to tax
I'm on a crazy mission to wax Bob Mack, shit
Up
is my time
She mix sprite wit her Barcardi
She not my type, good luck Charlie
Who gotta light? I got some Bob Marley
Finish ever single blunt that
This is my time
She mix sprite wit her Barcardi
She not my type, good luck Charlie
Who gotta light? I got some Bob Marley
Finish ever single blunt
lime
Can't resist witchu cuz' our stars align
Baby girl cleansed my sol' like she was some pine
Baby when I go to war, you standing frontline
Cloud 9,
just tryna, put some ‘mo', respect up, on the legends
Who was even here before us
Cuz man if you dont know 2pac or biggie then do not expect to hop
I adore exploring the corridors to Mordor
Doom and murder spewed through the YouTube converter
Still hungry, debtor better cop one of Bob's Burgers
or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber
or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber
the patience at?
Nigga make his own brother face his back
Give love, then take it back
Good grief, man, this world is quite heavy on my aching back
Cops
the patience at?
Nigga make his own brother face his back
Give love, then take it back
Good grief, man, this world is quite heavy on my aching back
Cops
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
And a couple of two or three went on the spree one day
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
Thirty clip hangin' low like my thang (grrah, bah)
Been sippin' drank so my voice a lil' strained
Okay cool, bitch, go get hit by a train (bitch, get
On this early wake a bake
Then call yo shorty get some cake
You should know I'm on the take on The hunt
Eating breakfast just for lunch
All you bitches been
more
If you're not high, then smoke some more. If you're not funky, funk some more
And you get up, then hit the door, and you don't come around no more
starts to go
Everything feels right, then we all start to grow
No division in life, no focus on making dough
Everyone is equal, no enemies or foes
Learn
chose
Some Bob Marley then I plotted a scheme
To make me and Bump Knux more rich
Then I got me a team, he got 'em a team
He tryin to buy G-force
With
I'll be done by 8 then walk out by 10
Making sure a bitch straight so I can get my tens
I don't do no petty dates he should know by then
but the schedule
way you see those is with no clothes
So there's a few who knows
Maybe Brad Pitt know
Billy Bob saw a few so she got some more
I'm sayin'
Hello
affected us then and now
Well uh, I seen the footage and uh, I really just want some answers
How does someone film an atomic bomb and it doesn't destroy
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
You were my angel
What happened to your wings
Girl I need you to fly
Oh you don't want to fly fuck you then
I thought they would be happy
To see me
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