Lyrics:
This is it
Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
It’s the Chico
Find me in the hood, not Nemo
It’s THC; this ain’t weed smoke
More bricks then Shaq
Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my
went overboard now I'm overbooked
Ab-Soul, Luke Just, my life is like an open book
Read between the lines nigga
I did this shit legally blind nigga
Yeah,
I must regroup my thoughts and kick the next ones for my people
Please don't be deceived by the ugly slice of evil
The world is kinda cold
go home to kingsland,
which is cuba's bon voyage, mimi takes me straight
to the front room to play me a song and then I'm
homeless. I'm not
the world peace,
you see, and we're doing it now,
in our own way, which we think is the best for us and
also the young people have to realise that this is
'round the shore
It's a bad dream we're not having anymore
Man, have you seen Andy?
Hey man, have you seen her around?
Hey man, have you seen my my
myself and I
The other eight of me and mic
Who's aiding me in life?
Not a motherfuckin one
Abandoned by my father
Like my father by his son
I'm coming
can see resemblance by the hair. Next is my favorite arab in the whole world, King Salman of Saudi Arabia. Girls, dont be fooled by his freindly face,
In the projects the number one problem is lack of unity
In fact the youth is soon to be trapped in this black community
A father's absence start
I wait
Before you send my boy back home to me
For my eyes are growing dim and I'm longing for my Jim
Please hurry up and let my boy go free
The warden
compression of your eyes
I must say, God must of spent a little bit more time
On your face... Book when it shook the world
And took us by storm, we did not take
also happen to me
I went to the fair with my brother Jim
When somebody through a tomato at him
Now a tomato is soft when it's wrapped in its skin
But
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash
call me hacksaw
Whoa, Jim Dugging, Margella, ery color
This loving will get you proved
I’m so stellar, stellar
And you ain’t even gotta ask, might
yesyesyes
I have my computer I have my backpack
I have all things yesyesyes
I have all things yesyesyes
I think that this rhythm is given by my pace
I have
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
all around
Farewell sorrow, praise God the open door
I ain't got no home in this world any more
I ain't got no home in this world any more
I ain't
is this?
An immaculate version of Me and My Bitch by Biggie
With all respect 'cause you the only one who gets me
Where is he?
The man who is just
ain't my business
No it ain't my business
No i ain't witness
I don't go back and fourth
This ain't no tennis
Not the type to argue with you but I will win
the world
Facing all this drama when mama's just a little girl
Mama don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Living if she is or not, oh
When time
dead in the face and said 'Stale'
Then my cloaking device must of went dead. Why?
Cause the old ass judge looked at me and said:
This is our world
me
A motherfuckin' check by the whole wide world
They want me on a label
(Nah) , my ass cannot be labeled (Nah)
They hungry just to touch me (yeah)
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