Lyrics:
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
used to steal his gear
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
Years gone by fast, let's move along
34th Street, that's where I held my skills
Los made
But if our souls are bound for the Pit this day
We'll damn well take a few of these bastards with us!
Onward, my Legion! Alpha formation, banners
oh
En ti creí
Me diste si
Me diste el corazón
Me sentí fiel
A tu papel de santa devoción
Y ahí te vi
Tras la puerta una traición
Los dos de
[Airline attendant]
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
Damn G the spot's gettin'
he damn well pleased
I put in that time yeah, I put in the work
On the grind, all the time, I put in the work, uhh
I put it behind me, guess that's
don't make you bad
I'ma put you in a bag
I'ma break your fucking legs
Wanna run I'll leave you stretched
Who's next? Oh damn I made a mess
Oh well and I
esibirsi,
non sapeva stare al mondo, quando vivere è sbancare
e poi era didascalico.
Solo i bambini, lo guardavano stupiti
ma quando capivan che non era
back it up and I flow so precisely
I don't kick rocks bitch I kick ass
Too strong to break might as well hit the gas
They should put a lighting bolt
"I'm gonna fall, break my neck"
"Oh get on by man, I'm gonna get out your way, I'm in the street"
"I'm tryin' to walk here, y'all runnin' these damn
ceiling fan, like a bad businessman
Took a break from Instagram now I'm down half a grand
Well shit, flexing packs wasn't half bad
It's best to keep your
past
Smash in the Bentley the whip's not what's gonna break
She gettin'
Whipped in the whip had her whipped for the whole damn day
And If you
Band
no freedom of speech
No freedom to teach - make our kids out of reach
Wanna break ties - alienated in their own land
Running riot in the streets,
lo k’oyan mi kere o
African woman beautiful soul
Follow me rele o
Put on a smile like a makeup
I’ll be by your side
When you wake uh uh up
The only
Living life with no regrets
I'm a bad bitch's only threat
Make your mans break down in sweats
She wanna do what she say in em text
I know what you
the hood like lo mein
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all
No more parties in LA
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
No more parties in LA
Please baby no more parties in LA, uh
No more (Los Angeles)
lo que hago y que hace el
Riding thru the city
Like a motherfucking king
And i have my shorty by my side
We on this thing
She said that she's never
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
St. Francis hotel
Oooaaaww hey
Wa hee
Sunshine boy on the run tonight
This definitely is white boy day
Damn I feel good
Well lookee here
Now this is
That lo-fi dusty, Panasonic with the trackin' off
Marijuana smoke fill the air like L.A. traffic smog
Come on, homie, listen to the voice of reason
to the pool like a Ray J date
Hey now, yo, don't make that face
Man I just had to take a break
I'll get back to the paper chase
Well worth the weight like Shaq
You are a scumbag (come on)
(R.A The Rugged Man)
When I was young, I was a loser
Lo-lo-loser
(That there's a Rugged man)
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