Lyrics:
the halls they tryna set me up by using a freak
Luckily the hoe work for me
Can't play a player thought you knew bout Rique
Back in my bag you sleep
Driving the Beamer on freeway like we drove a stoley
Fanta got me by the floor seats
Screaming forever live Kobe
If I get millions go bust down the Rollie
hate to see boss playa like 2pac did sing
But my socks is clean, in tippity top shape
Now stop wait a minute I’m bout to break the brigade
You’re always
goes for bad reviews, good reviews (uh-huh)
Any press, the news, I don't watch the two, I watch for crews
"Triple Optic" cockpit views
Bird's eye,
we was young, dumb and broke in high school
And we would dodge guns and swung on those in piru
And would ride, live and die by one concise rule
The temperature is sixty six degrees
Split that in half come up with two threes
Thirty three years on this earth just for me
Crucified dead and buried foe my sins
the type to livin' out my man name
Any nemesis of mine, I have 'em
Missin' they lives, reminiscin' in hell
Fell victim to my nine, niggas persecute me
My
2, look out for my crew
'Cause we be rockin like and nobody knew
From our heads to our shoes, gotta keep it true
Gotta keep it righteous to Him our
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
Years went by peacefully till he got him a call
It was Jill on the other end about 10minutes after 4
The moon was still lit, the freaks were still out
Rock and Roll Sex
DRUGS DRUGS, Rock and Roll Sex
No rest on a roll, one city to the next
Got an ex in Freiburg, got an ex in Paris
2 years with both I
on the earth
Unless we stress knives from crooks, universe
One in the hearse from two in the heart
You and your crew got too much to talk
Its a curse,
Blow
Finesse, from SP to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood
fighting
Cesar Chavez blew a fuse
He's got them goin' nowhere blues
All the members of the union
All the farm and labor crews
They used to be meet here by
The word flows everywhere we go
Universal-ly, we be free servin' God you can see these
Lives bein' watched by the world like TV's
As we represent,
BBS boards, sysop, by the year 2000 skills tip top
Quit my job on Y2K, cause I had a web site and I'm getting paid
You were there most of the time, my
was either with her or my crew
So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true
I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears
But
them lames
You going to get your feelings hurt (2x)
But I'm the type to do you right
No I'm not a plumber
But I can lay the pipe
Throw it back I'll
that the beat bump do sound tough
I made it in the dark like Civil War surgery
Woke up in the same air you huff, early
By twelve o'clock the whole Earth
Poverty
We can finally enjoy rap music without unpleasantries
Look my rhyme scheme is already increasing by like 3
And they finally fixed the infrastructure
Dropping hooks on your face, make you blackout before tapout
You musta thought that I was fake and I was phony
Man I live for this shit, but you keep flakin
they can send me a few of yours
And by a few I mean way more than two
You can times that by twenty and tell 'em to come through
And watch them get
and scandalling
Live gambling survive by scrambling
counting my blessings
Cause I know my life can be took in a second
You better start stressin'
Cause the devil on earth with a crew and weapons
My brain they
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