Lyrics:
of a record
Just respected by others as the man with the solution
An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution
On wax, relax, there's 24 tracks
Making love with the seat back
Ride slow while they 5-0
So lost trying keep track
I wanna know the shit that you'd die for
Tell me would I be the kid that
slangin
Ain't no tamin Westside gangbangin
What do I got get high for, what would I lie for
And what would I die for
Westside is the best
niggas correspond, bitch
Kick the fuck out of the track on some Jean-Claude shit
Get the fuck out of the streets, nigga, I bomb shit
Shit ain't all good
of a record
Just respected by others as the man with the solution
An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution
On wax, relax, there's 24 tracks
keep boppin, you face out, with purple tracin
I put you out, we can end this at the gas station
Let's do this now, not impressed, I'ma show you how
I never do drugs nawet jak ktoś mi je zaoferuje
I hop on the track bo wspieram swoją pierdoloną grupę
Am not gonna lie zarabianie zawsze bywa trudne
I'm seeing
What am I supposed to do?
Sick of this never ending
Dream, losing track of everything
This feels just like dejavu
Stuck in my mind again
I
'm beaming, don't know the meaning, of gobble I'm screaming
Stackin' the burgers one by one
Stackin' assignments one by one
Don't view them, don't do them
Gotta
cre you ready for the mix track
Ready get by
Mister C upon the mic
Y'about to get high
I've been sparing on the blunts from the left to the right
I'm a new slave master
I beat the track like a drunken bastard
And it's a disaster the way I harass her
I teach her like a personal pastor
But don't
The minister, sinister
(I ain't no devil)
Ten snakes circle and scoundrel Sam level
This track to smack, the smile off a doubter
The brother's, another M.C.
Welcome to misery where the killers pop it up and when I say pop it up I mean deal wit da tug of the gun
We can do it if anybody want it where
The minister, sinister
(I ain't no devil)
Ten snakes circle and scoundrel Sam level
This track to smack, the smile off a doubter
The brother's, another M.C.
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
want is new track, new rap
I don't care about the trend
I just keep going
근데 fact 없인 아무것도 못 해
엄마의 가르침이니 당연히 모태
안 들어봤으면 듣고와 Do it right
이젠 눈도 안마주쳐
카멜레온의
'll say it now
I made this song in one day
But I just wanna go slow
Wanna savor every day
Do it slow and hold on
Produce
Record
And mix
And Master
Swear I
between
If you do make a move then the tool intervene
I mean they ID 'em by using the sneaks
If he try to kick rocks then he losing his teeth
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
what am I write, simple I can do this
Like Popeye to Brutus, I’m your host like a stewardess
Fly with the neighborhood hi-jackin' fella
So prepare for
to master the craft
I'm back on my bullshit
From Kemnath to Brooklyn
Track me, follow my footprint
Whether it's the Rockies
Desert sands of the Mojave
No
to prove myself
Really have to make a list of all the things I do myself
Write and mix and master engineer and go produce myself
Working everyday then stay
build a champion sound
It took a while, but now I
Wrote the words, build the tracks, build the mix
Made the master, the artwork, the tour plan, shit
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