Lyrics:
a joke
20 Free, I don't see
The heaven allibi's
Where you been, who you did
Seems to get you by
I'm still waiting for bigger and better things
And I
There's an island made of trash, you can spot it from outer space, Gnarly.
Fuck it all, we fuckin' the planet raw,
In a place for each in all, it's
I was walking along at the end of the day
I was walking along when it began to rain
And by the edge of the path was a suitable tree
I decided
fade me
If they had a ten-foot pole
I stroll down the block givin props
To my niggaz on the spot
It won't stop and it won't quit
'cause the hoes can't
the homiez
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin'
You in the mood for some sexual
packing a gat, in fact
You could get bucked by any other motherfucker
Where I live at
Hear that? Money here is crystal clear punk
Fuck that fiscal year
up there by Reno, Rita, Quentin, Folsom, Chino
Just sitting up on the top bunk
Watching the cell block row
Its like yayo, mayo, weights
protection.
'Sanctuary!' croaks a voice,
Half-strangled by the shock
Of its rejection.
Shot the bolt in the wall, rusted the key;
Now the echoes of all
on working girl
Got another spot on your dress
First you hold me
You hurt me
You bite me
Then you burn me
You work me overtime
Nymphomaniac in black
find yourself, by yourself
I'm not waitin' because I'm no waiter
So when I blow up, don't try to kick it to me later
All them girls must got you
a real nigga
Educated in the streets, so I'm clicked up with killas
Dougo, Rocko, Jay'Ton and By-Bo
In the air like hydro, they know
We so toed,
arm back
Except
The million cooks of any earth moment You have ever seen
Have let you hold the mirror by the edges
With the frame off for a minute
bugged
I'm surrounded by dope fiends and thugs
but I'm a still maintain my brain frames so...
one love, one life, one mind dreaming
son one day I'm
[Problemz]
Shit sounds like some old wild western
Shoot em up, O.K. Corral
Blowin up spots, Missin Linx
Better run that
Prepare your eardrums
For
breaking you
Take it back Patrick
Put in choice dry out spots
But you always broke out
Claimed they didn't know your reality
Loaded with self doubt
Jump
cold
As I fumble through the twisted sheets lookin for my clothes
I step over that spot on your hard wood floor
The one that always squeaks when I'm
tryin to hit you on the phone
to let you know that it's hot as cole
all around the globe
tippi toes what I'm flickin on
passin by these hoe like
spots will show
I assume you understand that we have options on your time
And will ditch you in the harbour if we must
But if it all works out nicely
dignity
Just ask once and it's coming straight to you
Overrated and blinded by fear
Insperation turns to dust as you've had your share
Rise up, get
coasting
In and out of range, to maintain
I switch up the timing
Keep surprising, line by line
A continuous jabbing unto you, into your pressure spot
I
diction
For the makings of a thug
Though I grew up in the ghetto
And my niggas all sold drugs
And though that may validate me
For a spot on MTV
the taking I'll go out myself
Or else I'll be forever waiting after somebody else
You've seen me get mine so why should I pay?
I'd rather rob the dope spots
at the club, and up at the spot
Up in the bathroom, living room, or out on the block
I won't stop, I won't quit, drinkin' a 5th
Bangin' some new shit from Dre
hair, and she was bald in spots
And her skin was just as soft as a parking lot
And it was love at first sight
I'd never seen her again
And to this day I'm
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