Lyrics:
respect
I heard of people getting killed in the booth
But ain't seen it
I almost got killed by the booth
The Abe Lincoln
Penny for y'all thoughts y'all way
don't be dropping
I been blowing up now way too fast just like a rocket
I think it's too noticeable how far I am from stopping
Counting up that green
Baby, N-O-L-I-M-I-T (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
We gon' make y'all say Woof
Until you motherfuckers demand
That nigga named Snoop
I can
Benji, Benji
Yeah, uh
If the paper ain't green can't trust it
I'll move on fast
Ain't nothing
Trying to go score for score
With a man like me
You
bombs
I got it like that
Good ol' niggas would get away
Walk with a slight sway
Tryin' to make cheese like Green Bay
The next American Idol, don't call me
I am the green grass
That other side meaningless
I put the AL in alien
Not too many made like this
Yall be blurry with the vision, I see all
And your boy been ballin', nigga been brawlin'
Nigga been haulin', nigga been lordin'
Terrorize set by section, Tha Liks'll make a killin'
They mention King
space to breathe out there
Those who could face the bleak
Saying oh what is left Down there
By the way side we’ll fall
Away
Time will fall away
you know of the many mangling ways there are to twist your puss
It sho get sour sometime down there by the mission
Let me get a piece of sum a dat
Marley
These racist motherfuckers hate that last line
Probably haters on the internet ain't got nothing to bargain
Said I'd never make it, bitch, I just
Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same
please say my peace?
If y'all fresh to death then I'm deceased
And this one here is a heat rock
Spit like a beatbox the way the beat rocks
New version
falls
While this album tells the same shit, not my fault
I tried the methods someones preventing it nothings a call
I'm hated by God
Made me want to fall
make it happen
When you had it, yo bitch quick
Spittin' out the rest of real shit
The boy is hot, kid
Sellin' black to black
Only way you feelin' safe
like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan
with Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of
vanilla Chig Champa
Did a slow-mo Matrix descent
Outta
Mobile pharmacy’s what blew me up
But the simple music isn’t what I would make
If I had the budget I would make and album
Fake my death and then just move
The one on every lip
I just want my own jet plane
For those long vacation trips
I'll put the work in every day
I'l push myself in every way
Do whatever it
Lay down for me
Drownin' in your water, let it rain
Who you know gon' take it like me?
Trap nigga, fuck 'em to that Al Green
Pussy water, he go
you and I, under open skies l, can make love with the stars above
I wanna get real high with you girl
Lay out in the green green grass
‘Cause nobody in
takin' notes
But I was tryna make my shit pop, these rhyme schemes been in stock
Like Drake, goin' nonstop, this one ride is all I got
Me and Swats be two
a buck shot make it fill up with lead
Daddy getting all mad cause he hates the way I am
So I say fuck off get the hell off my land
Broke up your mind man
[Featuring 2Pac]
2Pac:
Nigga, we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A., nigga, whatever you
niggas want. We bringin' it! Thug luv, nigga.
the sentiment
Narcotics is the only way you know that I'm a measure it!
They say that we are in a post Obama era
Well exactly what that mean? you needn't make
Ge, geah it's the J are O
The whole world love the way I, flow
Puff 'dro but I don't sniff, blow
Alkaholiks make dough oh, no
Now you know you love
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