Lyrics:
So bright blurred lines it will be
S h u t t e r s p e e d
S h u t t e r s p e e d
S h u t t e r s p e e d
S h u t t e r s p e e d
S h u t t e r
I thought you'd come by this naturally
I was blinded by your eyes
Looking over my head
Cool breeze rustling through your trenchcoat
No way around it
love for my dogs but never for these girls
It's M.O.E. 'cuz money rule the world
But Mr. Dee-1, I grew up crummy
Saw my pops get killed in front of me
Dre had the back and Eazy had the front
(I'm behind Ice Cube cause that's where the line started)
Bitch gettin' dogged by the doc and N.W.A.
Dogged
all your inspections
I'm on my way
Can't just simply get by
Chained to a system of lies
Lambs to a slaughter
In front of our eyes
Getting dry hits
that we drew a crowd and
I told you everything I knew in one manic rushing line
I wonder now if I'm the kind that you'd leave behind
Cause after
the rags to the riches
Wen't in on the nine
And started fuckin' battle bitches
South side, FYI
Till I D - I - E, nigga I'm so high
Nigga I'm so fly
I might
infrared lights
Wolves in the back, ready to attack
Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
I pop off like a mobster boss
Angel hair with the lobster
up
I know you see me on your caller I.D
So pick up the P-H-O-N-E
Pick up the phone, boy
Pick up the phone
Ayiyiyi
I said you know it would be
got pity for you lames
Sitting pretty in the game, in the city that I claim
Yo, the city is mine (Which one?)
T-O-R-O-N-T-O
D-R-A-K-E that's me
frame
Do you know your lines
Let's hear them one more time
But I'd rather pay my dues
To the six people
Sitting at the bar
Than to all those men
got pity for you lames
Sitting pretty in the game, in the city that I claim
Yo, the city is mine (Which one?)
T-O-R-O-N-T-O
D-R-A-K-E that's me
Well I ain't never held a job
Not for more than two or three weeks at a time
I don't like fucking up
But I'm just not built for the 9-5 assembly line
D's on the Chevy what cream do
Front line nigga, still I was team two
Always ready for whatever when it came to it
Young nigga took an L and he chose
and that's what it is
He chimed "You got a dime?
I said "Man, I'm tryin' to smoke and chill
Please don't lock me up in front of my kids
And in front of my
on old 66 and he's handled that big rig
Better than any gearjammer that I'd ever seen
Well now the lines on the highway have got much brighter glow
As we
shoulder and I walk them up the mountain
Over there I speak to God and get water out the fountain
Steps I'm not counting because they ordered by God
I trust
when I tried to say I'll take
Seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47
A revolver and a 9
"I'd die for you, " that's easy to say
We
little do they know
Little do they see (playtime is over)
It's a killing spree, bitch
Na, na, na, na, na
He's gonna get you
E-V-I-L D
he knocked out
I step by Boozilla, my nigga told 'em like, "Not my dawg"
I wit' some juveniles, they doped up, Lil D ain't never fold up
So when he
of the weapons I clutch
And them niggas that I'm unda
Is just to much
We Made Niggas
E.D.I. (Idi Amin):
Picture the scenery
So now you gonna have
Showin' up all V.I.P.
Straight to the front i don’t need I.D.
Sayin' "Hi" to every single pretty girl i see
'Cuz everybody in the party wanna be like me
County on the numba' line
I'm up early in the mornin' still drunk and horny
Realest ever did it, fuck, niggas won't admit it
You watchin' B-E-T tryna
believe that your assembly lines shiver
And spill with the blind energies of cranks and gears
No
Your adoration is a mill
I beckon you, be useful
Nay I say,
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