Lyrics:
to the rest of our lives
Used to keep my picture posted by your bedside
Now it's in your dresser with the socks you don't like
And I'm rollin', rollin',
"Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"
"Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"
God damn, another fuckin' payback with a twist
(Bangladesh)
Young Money
Ya dig?
Yeah
Mack, I'm goin' in
A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria
kill my mother", so he raped her
Tied me up, took me outside
And I was thrown in a big truck
And it was packed like sardines
Full of niggas, who fell
her a letter by my Uncle Thud
And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud
One day I was riding in a beautiful land
I run smack into an Indian band
ex-boyfriend is really psychotic (uh-huh)
Scares the girl by threatening her life (word)
Says 'Girl, you're dead if you're not my wife' (oh man)
Beats in her
And the Truth sang out from the editing floor
Big brother took a trip
As bold as he could be
To the place, he heard,
Where the good Prophets used to walk
Grab a hoe to ya seats
My style bulldoze the streets
I talk dirty puncture hoes in my teeth
Cavity creep I'm young hung over thirty
You with it
Yes, we know we should have been home
By this time, my darling, yesterday
See, we were rolling across Texas
And this big old memory jumped in our way
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
that brother
That I wanna sink my teeth in make me wanna ask where the hell you been
I like the way you be with all that personality but I got flavor
was only responsive by photo
I was only trying to be
The best big brother I could
I've walked sometimes confused
Sometimes ready to crack open
backbone
I get swept in the pressure cooker tryin' to paddle back home
I get sprung with a vibe and alliance of clean intention
By eclipsing doom midigons
I remember waitin' by the curb with Mr. Murphy
When daddy picked me up from school his eyes were red
We drove to the hospital in a hurry
Where my
Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still
In a lonely spot near where I was killed
By a red man defending his native land
In the place that they call
And the brothers singin' loud (and were feelin' right)
Get up and dance (don't try to fight it)
Big Rob's for real (and that's no lie)
Stop, drop and roll (and
kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that
Go toe-to-toe when it's time for
votes were heard
For what it's worth, that "democratic" election could be yours
Blinded by the Right
It's the beginning of the end
Now Big Brother is
that woman so much wish that I could call her
My niggas rep 3 Bs
'Cause we Big Black Ballers
When I'm in yo city better treat me like Obama
Or we can
a big girl now, with a body that growl
Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds
Most niggas, would light the lord over this broad
Big niggas in they
Helicopters coming down on me tonight
My brother selling cocaine he knows how to fight
Hounded and harassed in a power elite bought
Sun ain't arise so I
My Jewel Mid's got some miles on it
The work I put in I should be doing Adeele numbers
Tapes got streets burning up
Like they Jonas Brothers
Should
A new world takes its shape
Controlled by the digital
No chance for escape
Big Brother's always watching
Our freedom's just a lie
A digital god rules over
but now I’m burning up
No jonas, shout out the brothers I roll with
In the honda yeah we what
In the honda no accord bitch
I been writing on the floor,
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