Lyrics:
On the Fourth of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet Cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New
‘TWEEN ME AND HER SWEET SMILE CHORUS IT'S BLACKTOP TIME TO BURN UP THAT WHITE LINE THROW IT IN GEAR OUTTA HEAR I'M GONE BEEN TOO LONG SINCE I HELD
Pussy-ass boys he think it's sweet
We gon' rock him straight to sleep
You know what the fuck goin' on, man, Rubber
Band Money Gang, nigga, Rubber
right now (uh-oh, right now)
And we was growin' up in the town (uh-oh)
Where they never showed love to the brown (uh-huh)
Twenty-four hours ain't
Speaking love words soft and sweet
And as our lips slowly meet
We're together in the diary of my mind
Chorus:
Yes I can bring you back anytime I want
feel-attraction shit, had to duck them
Caught crossed by tellin truth, cause shit is real where I come from
You're playin a hum-drum, catch a chest full
of the king
I walk the night and burn by day
"Till the foul crimes done in my days
Of nature are burnt and purged away"
A serpents sting took my life
Now
the feet
My niggaz love the way I'm reactin to the beat
It sounds sweet, I skate you to the street
And I make service, so niggaz get nervous
got
Fire it up (Fire it up)
Fire it up (Fire it up)
[Verse 1]
I'm in the club hangin' with my thugs
We in the back blowin' bud cause it's all love
We got
Wilma
by Bawb (Bob) Pearce
She is so pretty
And she loves to dance
She look your way
And boy, you got no chance
She got such style
She got such
almond brown suga eyes
got me hypnotized
startin somethin sweet
this relationship partnership is all we need
proceed through the streets as we straight up
at Psychopathic Records, and even you!"
"The sixth jokers card will be followed, followed by the end of time itself! It will consume us all!"
[Verse 1:]
lunch money
[Verse 4]
So who's that guy in the dunce cap sitting in the back of class?
And when the teacher walks by he's smacking her ass
Cutting
swear you're gonna die if she ever asks
You to leave
V4
Cause sure comes a day, sweet sunshine to rain
The rumbling of her packin up the shelves
a child support
Me friend dem love you,
Cos you keep we drinkin Hq
And me coulda fit inna di Benz
But give thanks fi de H2
Me know a you leff me an fi
Set out to procreate my progeny
Caine's children shall inherit the night
[Part IV: zillah and the crone]
Of all my children, none so beloved
My sweet
My dear love I'm writing to you
All my thoughts
Four long years of living in a trench
Making me wonder if I'll see the end
At first light
on they backs
You can't tell us how to move
Man you can't tell us how to act
Grizzy repping G.O.N but really fell in love with four
Rainman spin it in that
won’t go for infidel
I love my bae to death but I’m committing infadelity
Tell Her That I Am Her poison and her remedy
How I Cut It Off Short But Want
my time piece
Love me an African girl or a lighty
From Acrra to Lagos I'm swiping
G4choppa
I'm known for the mileage
Atm boy
Yeah I'm way too
all night
Someone get an IV since I was eleven
Boston Kyrie in the basement by leans
Dank after the P, bro I call that my team
Someone get the visine, I
written that way.
Innocent victims of their story.
Like Romeo and Juliet, 'twas written in the stars before they even met
That love and fate and a touch
sweet no choice but 2 buss u
1 white boi only buy by da bundle
U play w my money my hunters a hunt u
Full court play I'm tryn make a bundle
Bitch u mad
rubber rip
And I got four five costume with the rubber grip
I could let bang in the rain I bet it doesn't slip
That's that real shit we living by the G
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