Lyrics:
Uh, uh
We use to wear rugged boots, now it's all tailored suits
Audemars Piguets for my criminal recruits
Champagne flutes, bumpin' rhythm
the strangest figure he had ever found.
Small as a child, but with white long hair down its back,
It wore a shining white tunic with a lustrous belt
And it
And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the
Bench talkin' about crime, mother-stabbin', father-rapin', all kinds
Of groovy
gonna be alright
And if the sunsets
I'm still standing by your side
As long as your by mine
We gonna be alright
We had a great time
All good things gotta
Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been
Whatever the heart desires
White or red, what shall we dine with?
You're more than a ten
How can anyone deny that?
Of course you'd look great, don't matter
(Tahiti)
(Tahiti)
(Tahiti)
Please get accountants to count it for me
Get control of your bitch, she keep flockin' on me
Fly by myself, seen the top
In the Dodge City yards of the Sante Fe
Stood a freight made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and waste
Was groomin' the great iron
In the Dodge City yards of the Sante Fe
Stood a freight made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and waste
Was groomin' the great iron
way
Your way
The highway
Separation
Reparation
More than color
More than system
Less than racial
Less than method
It's been endless
Change the rhythm
Feel the rhythm (6x)
One, two, three
feel the rhythm of my heart
rip it out, sully my blood
stay by my side and just pray
God wont forgive our
back on track
Get the skates off the rack
Cause the best roller king is
The new ladies mack
The '91 Sheep will supply the two
The Plug One will be fine
know why you looked into my eyes with a great smile?
I wanna know why you showed me your back when i need you in my life?
And all this time
I wanna be by
the city is plunged into darkness
By an unpredicted rolling blackout
The White House always blames the governor
Sayin' 'The solution is to vote him out'"
the city is plunged into darkness
By an unpredicted rolling blackout
The White House always blames the governor
Sayin' 'The solution is to vote him out'"
The Great American Dream
(Lyrics & Music by Rocky Michaels)
Down at the beach thereu0027s a guy and his girl holding hands
He kisses her
redemption,
Cult aggression with no suppression
Everyone pushed too hard,
The shit is FUBAR
All the psychos pushed right back,
Who says what's too far,
Go get
the situation we sophisticated goons
Know you live by the gun then
You die by it too niggas call me prophesy
Swagging and philosophies
White on white wagon call
at the right time. You good for my soul like some white wine.
And whenever things get hazy, or shit’s crazy
Just know that I got your back like you got mine
with me?
I'm too real for the fake, too great to not be seen
It's a party everyday
Where I lay I must not say
Got two, around the way
And they always
white chucks and a Kobe jersey
Money in my pocket, gold 'round my neck
I came to take the game over, ain't no more holdin' back
I'm fly to death, take
and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
and white ivory
Gettin six on artillery, you don't want to see a G
Break yo' ass like dishes
Buster-ass tricks, sleep with the fishes
Runnin' from Lennox,
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