Lyrics:
Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own
me now you’ll know that
I have made it through some very difficult shit (I did that)
Without you by my side so maybe now you don’t fit
If now you see
look like a crime
Aim for the goal, headshot like the feds
Feel like Randy Orton, voices in head
But my Demons singing, Celine dion by themselves
I will
walked into Cali, the place was packed
Sir Too $hort "Don't stop that rap"
I keep rapping my rhymes, all the time
You got no rhymes, so you listen
Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own
banquet, oy vey what a scene
Portuegues chicken, Shish touk, smoked meat poutine.
Up by Napoleon, one of the best parts iz,
Even though now Celine Dion owns
you)
She's like 5' 3''
Girl, talk to me
She want the
Hermes, Laurent
And Celine
She's the finest thing
How she wants
Those things
Im falling deep
Into
wanna diss you anymore, this really got me second guessing
"Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey play, you probably start reflectin'
I never been with no one
an album, a project
Call it whatever you want
These songs are for me
These songs are for you
These songs are for us
Enjoy
Xoxo, Aleks
(Grrrrr)
Spray at your clothes through your Nissan (Baow)
See he ain't on the level that we on
Ce-line got me feeling like Dion
Type of nigga leave the crib
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction.
satisfaction
we about to blow you a shotgun right through your speakers.
We breathing life back into
debut
Album, power of the Dollar
And finally in the spring of 2000 it
Was ready to be released by
Columbia Records it represented to him all
The struggles
Trappin' on the streets all by my lonely
All I had was me and my homie and I hope that he don't try to run up on us
'Cause we turn that boy into a blood
gun
He'd been blessing every one of my
Albums since the first one
On this mixtape right here
There is no interceptions
Every track is produced by Dilla
ha)
No one gives a shit except
Some kids that just got into
Sex on the Internet
So you want the chatroom or
The house in Malibu?
Em, your emphasis is
the dirt, nigga can't you tell?
Don't I ride by in that SSL?
Snoopy had to get it on, ball, beat ten of y'all
I'm just tryna show 'em how them men evolve
It's like
There's that one project you put so much heart into
But like so much struggle
And you just don't know what to do when it's over
Everyone's
tonight, no gens
Purify, cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's
Fix your sawed off
Wu-Tang tore me off the cross
All you saw was white meat
Skin hanging
the snapback her booking info
All in her bio and if your money right my
Nigga she might try you
Wearin’ that see-through shit
She know she hurtin’ something
All
and him too
'Cause don't none of y'all know a fucking thing 'bout what I been through
And all that superficial shit you love I'm just not into
And when
so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oh they follow me
Well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated
Mr. not intimidated by you
Eight inches deep the lore
I know of black metal
I learned it all in one single vid
Seven songs into the album
Reviewed by none
I sat through it all
Mississippi
But I was walking down Chelsea Bayou
It takes you by surprise the places you find yourself in
One minute you're here
Next minute you're there
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