Lyrics:
if it's Cuban
I'm a pioneer, I'm not a vet (uh-uh)
"Last Kiss" is a French one, it's not a peck (uh-uh)
Moving powder, piff and a lot of wet
You're
"Everybody watch him"
"Ladies and gentlemen"
"Na-Na-Na-Nastradamus"
Yo yo
Power and crime, the thugs slinging powder and dimes
Twenties of D, is yo'
helluva guy
Pussy, you don't get it like American Pie
I scar deep wounds, bubble teaspoons
Powder is the rhyme, boggled is the mind
When I spit y'all
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
While all you powder puff niggas take all my votes
[Chorus]
To all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on
up in the ghetto and the hood with
[ chorus: scarface ]
I live my life for the moment, fuck tomorrow
Still kill, beg, borrow
Money is power
Rocks is powder
Glock in trousers
Block is
me this?
I'm being honest
I'm working with a third of what our Congress has promised
We are a powder keg about to explode
I need someone like you
something blunt
Who by avalanche, who by powder
Who for his greed, who for his hunger
And who shall I say is calling?
And who by brave assent, who by
Crooks lay in a weighted state
Waiting for the dead assassin
While the rust pure powder puffs
Shimmering opaque red
Papers spread, no one
'n powder 'n blood 'n snow
War Two rained death 'n showers 'n skeletons
Danced 'n screamin' 'n dyin' in the ovens
Cough 'n smoke 'n dyin' by
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
Don't give me no headache powders
They don't do no good for me
There is nothing I can take
When my head starts to ache
'Cause you're my remedy
Oh
nigga
To a top hat ballin big rigga
E-40:
I open shop with sixteenth of powder to a whole zip
To a half ham now I'm sitting kilograms
the wintertime
Mr. Pharmacist
Hey Mr. Pharmacist
Words cannot express
Feeling I suggest
Oh Mr. Pharmacist I can plead
Gimme some of that powder I need
banana
I want guanabana
I wanna warm my buns this summer summer summer summer
Now I'm sittin' down chillin' on some gun powder
Strike / match / light /
guanabana
I wanna warm my buns this summer summer summer summer
Now I'm sittin' down chillin on some gun powder
Strike / match / light / fire
Who's that girl
I'm bored of eating banana
I want guanabana
I wanna warm my buns this summer summer summer summer
Now I'm sittin' down chilling on some gun powder
your sick soul inside out
So that the world, so that the world
Can watch you die
Home is where I live inside my white powder dreams
Home was once
your business in the street
(?) My whole cart, it just won't be beat
Try my Dragon's Blood, my drawn powder and my sleepin' sand
Never little black
Jamaican
A snowy spoon of powder
A half a pint of Bushmill's
Nothing gets you high when you're hungry for love
Give me love, make me feel all right
rainwater puddles
Make the proud-hearted leave on the humble
Black steel in the hour
Assemble my skill form my power
My poems crush bones into powder
You
something blunt
Who by avalanche, who by powder
Who for his greed, who for his hunger
And who shall I say is calling?
And who by brave assent, who by
In the wintertime
Keep your feet warm
But keep your clothes on and don't forget me
Keep the memories
But keep your powder dry, too
In
In the wintertime keep your feet warm
But keep your clothes on and don’t forget me
Keep the memories
But keep your powder dry too
In the summer by
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