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I could never ever let a nigga fuck me out my bread
Ain't no dick alive that could make me lose my mind
Every nigga that done tried still be
when I spit my rhymes, we gonna get you
To bump the music to break your neck to
You want the hard shit, nigga let me connect you
It's 1-800-YO-GILLA;
honey throat smellin' like Impulse
Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod
Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God?
Attitude is very
That old fashioned word, it's a word called love
Called love, called love
Oh, this must be the way the nigga 'Pac felt when he made
"Me Against
and these bitches want to test me
My ??? scream P don't let the master get the best of me
The game got me crazy, I'm fucked up I can't sleep
They
tongues yo
Raspy type flows, De La jones arose
Twenty five years later, ain't too much done changed, B
Owner of three homes with my eyes on a Bentley
pull up the blunt
Nigga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar
My attitude must be the justice
Fuck you nigga, I'm quick to clown
And we coming back
homie 6ix to tell him I'ma need his help
I'ma be outside in five get the gat under ya belt
Then I felt the sweat from my palm on the steering wheel
I
peep's sake
Y'all keep playing but I eat cake like everyday's my b-day
This the part I let you know that there's a twist in this plot
To stick up this
the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heros died in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I
see my attitude is MSG
F*** it, I'm salty, the game been loss me
Pay ya dues, it cost me, who acting like I'm past my prime
Hey Carlton Fisk, n****,
let me grab a pen
Writing down all the reasons not to date men
Yeah this could be me and you on our wedding day
Getting drunk, having sex, making babies
honey throat smellin' like Impulse
Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod
Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God?
Attitude is very
can't get it off, see my attitude is MSG
Fuck it, I'm salty, the game been loss me
Pay ya dues, it cost me, who acting like I'm past my prime
Hey Carlton
duckin from my guillotine stare
I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin' nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down
guillotine stare
Right there, my every word, a fucking nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs: down to die for y'all
on the post
Blowing ounces, moving slow, like Michael Jackson, criminal
Slide up on these niggas, now we got them niggas moonwalking
Creases in my forces flip
when we sexin'
Move the mirror to the bedroom so I can see you, only if you let me
Blood all on my ugh, ate you on the rag, I know I'm aggressive
misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy
I'll one day walk into shots, drunk off champagne from Sicily
This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma in
this leaky boat
With my only friend a bottle o' whiskey and my coat
I was gonna drown my sorrows, discuss my attitude.
I lay down on my back, I started
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
I was Drifting with Wanda, I lost my vision
An hour with you feel like a minute
As long as I got you I know I'm winning
Your melanin shine, girl you
the curtains
My life will be a B-movie shot by Tim Burton
And if I lack authenticity
Remember authenticity is often shitty
So please, no pity,
You can
silky dress, blue, put your cares to rest ooh
Feel the energy spark
Never got to check a clock
We just let the record play
You could be my Kent, Clark
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