Lyrics:
up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Back in the day, when I was younger, hunger
Lookin' to fill me belly with that Rally's bullshit
Pull shit off, like it
and they never get home
I wouldn't change it even if I could
You know what they say, man, it's all good
It's all good
All good
Brick by brick, they tear you
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies
man are selective bad boys
Some "we just wanna be accepted" bad boys
Some big whips but no electric bad boys
Think they're bad 'cause of Narcos
Na
full of zombies (zombies)
Kids are killing kids and then the kids join the army (army)
Rising and a waking, yes, sir, here comes the sun (sun)
March
of
Our Planet and strangling
It’s soul and yetwe are coming alive
As never
Before! Nelson Mandela: a black man
A former symbol of subjugation and slavery
Something about wine and Portugal.
Wild man blocking the way of a businessman Doing a
spasmodic dance and screams Take a dump in my head Take a dump
in my
(Ayo, where's Snoop Dogg?)
I don't know that nigga just went upstairs with that big booty bitch, man
(Ah, he ain't bustin' no nuts on my mama's spread)
place
We're colored people, and they call us the human race
We've got a history so full of mistakes
And we are colored people who depend on a Holy
happening right here, people are dying of fear by the droves
You can feel it as it’s rumbling, let emotions keep a tumbling
Then the city starts
to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention
Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him
R.I.P., R
The copper bosses they shot you, Joe,
They filled you full of lead
'Takes more than guns to kill a man'
Says Joe, 'And I ain't dead'
Says Joe, 'And I
slidin' on his belly
I'm grippin' on my hammer with the silencer twisted
Contemplatin' murder now, I'm 'bout to swerve on my biscuit
But it's my man
and clothes are too far out
While pushin' back his glasses Sam is sayin' casually
"I was elected by the masses"
And with that in mind he starts to unwind
There are no marks upon a man
That can say he's good or bad
No label and no tell tale sign
That can show he's full of lies
By your deeds you
man by
The side of the road
Just where he came from nobody knows
He's so picturesque, a physical wreck
A dirty old bloke with no self-respect ow!
Oh
He was just a hometown cowboy his belly kind of fat
Acme boots up on his feet and a big you-roll-it hat
He entered in the bull riding he did it
and clothes are too far out
While pushin' back his glasses Sam is sayin' casually
"I was elected by the masses"
And with that in mind he starts to unwind
some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits
They got
of the tribe of judah
Elect of god, mighty god
Everliving god, earth's rightul ruler
Blessed be the man that walk'eth not
In the counsel of the ungodly
(Ayo, where's Snoop Dogg?)
I don't know that nigga just went upstairs with that big booty bitch, man
(Ah, he ain't bustin' no nuts on my mama's spread)
of the tribe of judah
Elect of god, mighty god
Everliving god, earth's rightul ruler
Blessed be the man that walk'eth not
In the counsel of the ungodly
Body
My own dey my body
My own dey my body
Your own dey your body
Ekake
Who say money no fit by Love
Say poor man no fit see Love
Na why I just dey
Lamps in the windows burnin' bright, over in Santa Fe tonight
Full moon shining down along the border
But the ground is hard and the night is black
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