Lyrics:
and the ignition then hopped out
crew walked in, shut the whole block down
now, hit the door like god damn
hey is this a party aint it man i dont understand
why
bitch
Fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch
A bitch that holler 'bout "fuck me?"
Nah, fuck that bitch
Biotch! Fuck that bitch like Too $hort
My whole crew
the metro, now that shit is retro
Like the Infrareds on my feet, baby, let's go
Sinatra what they know me by, Logic what they call me
Gotta catch a flight
’bout
My whole family, now I’m scared of Grammy’s
Cause everybody know that Dark Fantasy was
The highest rated album in history
So I just avoided it, not
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
just fold up and lay down
Slamming hard passing by the schools and the playgrounds
Everybody knows when Short's in town
'Cause I keep the beats
use it
Cause if you're threatening my life, better believe I'll be a fool with it
I don't take no shit from nobody, I got's the Goodie Mo crew right
Radio station, on vacation
Wonder where Run was, damn be patient
Comin' to the rescue, people won't let you
Forget about my DJ, and my crew
make another Illmatic"
But it's always forward, I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-notes is falling from the sky
By now
make another Illmatic"
But it's always forward, I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-notes is falling from the sky
By now
niggas in the game
A lotta niggas got two albums I can't explain
How they maintain to keep the same migraines
I can't help it if my brain is supersonic
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse
You stupid muthafucka
Now that you got the album
What the fuck are you gonna do with it
Bitch
Is that right?
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, it upsets me to hear a World Class Wreckin' Crew
"Homosexual" disrespect some real soldiers
[Too Black
niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya
crew
YSL, TB4L, what it do
Why are you trynna tell me what to do
There is no plane, so nobody is landing here
Stay in your lane because nobody is coming
Ye ye aha yo yo yo
Ja i moi ludzie podobny życiowy groove
W sumie to na luzie rozumiemy się bez słów
By zdobywać respekt nie potrzebujemy spluw
the drastic measures
I know you want to step to me kid!
But you're thinkin' "Damn Kris is kinda big!"
Plus he rolls wit a crew that don't care
love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through
But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black
But your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque
the fifth eat shit, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for self
bokoch strie
V rape čierny pas ako v karate
V tejto hre už zo pár rokov žiadny amatér
Jedna šestka moja crew brácho R H B
Bang, bang, na vaše hlavy jak
and put my baby through school
I mean really now, all and together now
Crews 'sposed to put they minds together and make albums sounds HYPE
Living Legends
musí byť slepí
Moja crew OGs jak Sepi
Lebo my sme tu boli už prеdtým skôr
Ako bol z hip hopu mainstream
Mladí chlapci čo písali texty a ne
Prеto že by
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
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