Lyrics:
Rocking up, in the Benz
Old-school drive by in the ends
Shooting up, glock on a cleanse
D D D bow, no real friends
Used to lurk in the shadows
Now
the faces of those
Who had never got ready for me to explode their heads and rip'em apart!
It was written by me and I will write it again
And still I'm in
we gon' see
I won't put no money on his head, my niggas owe me
I gotta be single for a while, you can't control me
Uno, dos, tres, in a race, they
directions
He gave me a tuna can
Then he stopped in his tracks
And he said, "Hey Goat!
Would you like to live with me?
I've got a house with
prraatI ain't saying too much and that's that
Cause that cat you embracing with love
Might clap that gat cause he got hate in his blood
Keep your friends
you got confessions) Tell me have you considered ever loving me?
(Lined up with a lesson: “How to never fall in love with a friend.”) Let me know if you
expenses
You got broods on me while I got bands on fences
Do you know what the dentist is
Cause I don't know. I'd pull your teeth just to make you whole
I'd
The way I do, it's me and you
Boy, and as the years go by
Our friendship will never die
You're gonna see it's our destiny
You've got a friend in me
You
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
work you need me doing
Still avoiding my back-pay, lucky I ain't suing
'Cause I'm a good friend, not in competition
For the time I spent, this is
how'd it taste?)
I don't really want no friends
I don't really want no friends, no
Ayo, Draco got that kick-back
When it kick-back, you can't get
and teeny
You see me in 3-D, and need me like a genie
All your wishes are washed up like lock up
We need to write a book called Shit That Botched Up
One
just got to get up and dance
cnd maybe read some books by Malcolm Nance.
I said frank now do me a favor
'Cause you know the election is over
To set your
see
I won't put no money on his head, my- owe me
I gotta be single for a while, you can't control me
Uno, dos, tres, in a race, they can't hold me
walking out on him.
In the Big House, Isabelle is a-telling all to the chaplain, who's become her friend.
She says:
I don't know why you care.
I don't know
Woahhh woahhh
I got a friend (I got a friend)
I got a friend (He got a friend)
I got a friend (I got a friend)
Woahhh woahhh
Do you got a friend (You
The way I do oh it's me and you know
And as the years go by
Our friendship will never die
You're gonna see, it's our destiny
Cause you've got a friend in me
I got ends,
I said, "Fuck you, bitch, and all your friends."
That's an everyday scenario, now here you go.
Tryin' to be good to me, I can't
I need a two-seated Benz
Moving fast ya I book it
This just the hooptie my friend
You can tell by the smell
I need the clock just to stop
This got me
You folded and now you letting go but you promised me you'd never leave me by myself
Baby hold me don't let go of me
You was like my best friend my one
first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
you've got me in it. What about her?
Brigid: Don't worry about me, I'm okay
Kasper: Very magnanimous, sir, very magnanimous indeed, ha, ha, ha
Mr.
it's the D.R.E.
Since the last time you heard from me, I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again (ah)
Kept my ear
they can't see us
I know I got you hot, now let me in
You in the club or the car, wherever you are
Run and tell the DJ, run it back on replay
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