Lyrics:
and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin' on
And O.E. bitch
to beat on scrubs
I go through this all the time though, I call,
J, where the fuck you at?
The mall,
Did you get your ass stomped again?
No, yes, ha
as fast as, my slow drag, just watched her leave
I was always knew one day the spotlight, wrong bus right by dead-end streets
But when it came to love
a Juice scene
No it ain't a movie, diamonds in by new gleam
Dead tone 'cause the redbones is my new thing
Nigga, I do things, let the coupe sing
meaning, hey
Man, a bad man and man, nuh mingle wid nuh rodman
And if yuh dis di program, yuh is a dead man
Either by a shot or yuh hang
Jah, Jah ranks
I went to twenty funerals by the age of nineteen
Then I went to college basketball was my dream
Quit the team 'cause I rather shoot rock wit'
roads to load the dead to someone else's field
And it's the end of falling back on breaking backs and aching handshakes
And playing fields conducted by
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
cause J.B., stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
You looking at a man
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
dying we’re lying
I am a dead man walking
I am a dead man walking
If you pray with a gun in your left hand
And a shot in your right hand
And rock
tonight
No tradeoff there's just dead or rock
Expert on art: Aristocratic, uptight and pathetic
Don't need no sympathy
Don't need to play by the rules
Go
Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan, Chaka Chaka Khan
Chaka Khan let me rock you, let me rock you Chaka Khan
I said let me rock you that's all I wanna do
Chaka
pain
I must hear this sound again 'cause time is passing
Mmm.
I'm walking by the sea and the shingle sings for me
The crabs are swimming down
my crown
Michael body-count, Pacquiao, you're going down
Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?
Wanna see a dead body, see a dead body?
I'll show it
Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan, Chaka Chaka Khan
Chaka Khan let me rock you, let me rock you Chaka Khan
I said let me rock you that's all I wanna do
Chaka
the children (Shh)
If you scared, tap out and hol' at ()
I slang Fred Flinstone, I make the bed rock
(Bed rock) drippin' wet Versace sheets
She left a wet spot
the records and he's my protege
So check him out without a doubt and you will agree
He goes by the name of Cutmaster Cool V
Cut the funky records, for me
Rock & Roll, baby,
For you tonight
I'm comin' home
Lord, don't you know
When the wind it blows
I was born to Rock & Roll
I'm on my way to see Mr. "J.J
going down, I'm just repping for my town
Off a cup of C-J Gibson, man I'm faded off to Brown
And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See
brainwashed by the rhythm
Trapped inside their own escapism
In prison I don't want to be there
No I don't want to be there
Can't stand that disco music
another drug to juggle;
another day, another struggle
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock
brainwashed by the rhythm
Trapped inside their own escapism
In prison I don't want to be there
No I don't want to be there
Can't stand that disco music
I'm alive your faith allowed me to
survive
A king a clown a falling star
For rich for poor still there you are
A rush a ride a rock a rave
A dead
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