Lyrics:
faixa do álbum “Canções Para Ninar” dos Garotos Podres (Radical Records/1993). Regravamos esta música pois julgamos que – mesmo depois de 25 anos – ela,
Still fightin paranoia
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by
I be lookin' like bye-bye
By the way, namaste, where your momma stay?
Tell her Ronnie comin' round the way, lucky day
I be comin' with the God body
Me
Just throw your wine glass for Slo up high
We drink cava the shade of lava out the bottle, like a genie
Served buffalo wings by bitches in bikinis
was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees. He saw the old guitar first, held high, then
some
When you in the industry, you gotta face some
When you in the business scene, you gotta ball out
Hop out, ride in the limousine got them all out
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
the change
I wake up everyday with my game face on
You know the name, P.E.!
You know the name, P.E.!
Yeah we ain't for the fame
We for the change
I
the wave, yeah
She used to play, yeah
Now she on my face, yeah
You in or you out
This is a gang
This is a gang
This is a gang
This is a gang
This is
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face
You ain't gonna have no face to save
By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake
It may
into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's
Ya By my Kumba linx
The youth grew me
The work I do four em
Add 2 me
Spikes depiction of the Windy City really
Blew me
Coming from A-MC who went to see
Thank you. My fellow cmericans, today we face one of the greatest crisises in our nation's history. Right now, millions of perfectly wealthy,
need a fucking alma mater to make my alma mater (Wait what?)
I mean my alma matter (Uh)
I'm looking at they angry face, mistake it all for laughter
kings, got a poker face tryna take the pot
Goin' out on a limb for my dreams though it may take a lot
All I gotta do is think about the green and I'm
honest
No Diddy
First of all, can we talk 'bout the shit that they say on the way
fuck that album, fuck that single, burn that hard drive, say it to your
a poem throughout the days
Yeah yeah I find peace when my thoughts are complete
Face down cuz I'm giving god the praise
Yeah he gave me everything I need
a mock gun
My first album still slugging like it came with a shotgun
Girls love to talk about my ILL MIND Like HOP-Sin
5 albums Just starting best believe
back in album mode
I’m from V-a-double L - E -Y H - I
Where n*ggas let them bullets fly
You see the look up in they eyes
Hope that I can touch a mill
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
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