Lyrics:
By the way, I think I falling in love with you
Chimh ding kan ngei, ruah lo pi in ka thin a tur
My heart is beating fast, mirh nawn te na ka zoh khin
clear nigga, it's Ice Cube you can call me tha Grinch
I got your Christmas list
But I ain't buyin' you shit
Tell ya people that I'm comin by (yeah
And can't make it
I tried to drink the whole damn bar
And couldn't take it
That's aiight!
'Cause come sunrise,
I'm still rollin'
My nuts the only
everything, after all the waka
Boy you still japa
Boy you tell me say you no go let me go
Huh I shoulda known
By the way that you put the blame on me
When
Tha Bitch Thought I Was Famous
She could See I was A Joint By The Way A Nigga Came In
I Only Came For The Back End
Two Doors Two Seats 4 Bad Bitchs
God kno I'm thug so
You kno lil Boosie go and get skeet
Now God know my situation, he know what I be facin'
He know I'm so impatient when it come
I know it hurt so bad to see a young king winnin
Lord please forgive me I can't help but keep sinnin'
Killing rappers by the minute
They gonna need
bread
Gamebread for the main game Thas the rap game
Cos the happs In the crib get lit
So do the happs in the bnb
Telly happs either a hit or a miss
Only
in Gallasheils, n up by Peterheed
Way down oer the border, across the Rio Tweed
About what became of Portree, Midnight and the Gamblin man
They opened
Ima wait till he come... Here he is now coming thru tha door
(Whats up baby?)
Get his ass!
Her feelings hurt on some dumb shit
Believe them lies by
afro off your logo
Plus, you ain't half as nice as the kid Slim
How they gonna' put yo' album out before him?
Only way you'll sell at this rate,
is if
this ain't hide and seek
Only way that I stop is if I am deceased
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I come out unscathed Leavin them
hours
Selling other niggas coke n' only
Gone get a hundred dollars
You could probably get some money
If you come an holla'
Cause I got haze, n' I cop K's
hours
Selling other niggas coke n' only
Gone get a hundred dollars
You could probably get some money
If you come an holla'
Cause I got haze, n' I cop K's
cold with a slug might heat me tight
Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like
It's my work by the surf when they turn off the lights
would be mine and the only one
Luck never came my way
And all I ever came up with is a broken heart ya see
I couldn't stand to be alone why my boys
Bitch I bow my head and pray to tha gods
To even the odds
May a empath have redemption
For all the fake that I was given
Me and mine come -from -a-
rang
If I gotta bitch onna side she with tha gang
Why he running up on the fukin the clique
Not knowing that I stay strap witta stick
His girl inna
can't let you take this, too long I been working
I'm stuck in my ways, no I ain't no perfect person
Lord just come and save me from the darkness
I been
to shine on my time, forget it
Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits
E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded
Only the best out the likwit
slug might heat me tight
Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like
It's my work by the surf when they turn off the lights
[Verse 2]
You
And say what u gunna do quick
Ya better make ya move cause I'm so Sick of this yeah actin like u own the Town
Well I'm here to put ya down all the Way
Thirties on the Chevy, my nigga, plus it's a box (go)
You should know me and sharp shooters sponsored by Fox
Split that money up in eight ways like I'm
wak
Is he fake can he rap
Don't get hit by his badge
Your the klick he's tha klack
I'm a dog your a cat
I'm takin it makin it sound so great
So listen
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