Lyrics:
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
pelu omo mi o omo oloogo
Forelines l'oruko re o, omo mi
Fore by Fore eh
Fore by Fore eh eh eh
Forelines don bring album (Forelines don bring album
the chance to
Oh well now it's Thursday
You've really done me dirty
Asking for a cigarette
Lit my lollipop stick, oh
I just wanna use her for an album cover
I
(Drop the fucking album!)
(Bro, you've been talking about this album for months, when are you going to drop it?)
(Seriously, si-six, seven months
recording
Beau said he’d send more details later as he was in session
And now that the album is slated to come out soon I’m curious again
Also Jessica Pratt’s
Y faut qu'tu repousse ta limite
Y faut qu'tu pousses longtemps
Y faut qu'tu pousses pousse pousse
J'ai trop pris d'temps pour le dire
Ni d
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
and warmer
I pat you down with a towel
Tonight it's love by the fire
My mind goes out on the prowl
If I, if I, if I, if I, if I
If I didn't love you, I'd hate
love you, I'd hate you
I'm playing your stereogram
Singles remind me of kisses
Albums remind me of plans
Tonight it's love by the fire
The wind
a man like D-E-E, come on
Come on do you really think I give
Two shit's if you're greazy?
I don't think so
You man ain't seen greazy yet
When my mandem
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
and come on through
You know what fuckin happens
Every time I drop an album
And top the charts like I'm Malcolm
And how come a white man rapping
Is seen
Thratt 187 its a homicide
She said Buks scroll up and buy my premium
I told her stream the album hoe..this gas I'm kickin premium
Mommy that's the rapper
been sent this way by you
What am I
What am I supposed to do
Time is passing
Got me thinking
Should've left my phone at home
So I'd be in this moment
I'd love to see caught 'em by surprise just know the bell is ringing peacefully
No lacking on the decency I
I never follow trends if it's important it
.O.C.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
et d're-biès comme Marc en vrai
Même sans C j'fais des jokes débiles j'suis con sans trait
Fais pêter les cuivres et même un peu d'cowbell
Voix de
et d're-biès comme Marc en vrai
Même sans C j'fais des jokes débiles j'suis con sans trait
Fais péter les cuivres et même un peu d'cowbell
Voix de
[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)
On n'a pas l'temps
Que des rimes à revendre
J'repars devant pour le rechargement
À Skyrock, une bombe à retardement
Va acheter l'nouvel album
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