Lyrics:
the alley under a ladder tripped over a black cat
Fell in the street got hit by a toyota with a hatchback
Play my music let everyone know that I can rhyme
But
I'm scared to death when I see them arrive
Infected eyes red, staring at me
The time has come for retribution
Now they're counting my actions
the cyberspace
Gary Tha Grey is telling tales of the modern disgrace
Severed skin and broken bones, gore videos I call my home
True crime stories as evening tales,
of a mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
Trapped, no shield, no sword
The unbeaten path got my soul so sore
Allured by the lust, something money can't cure
The Devil want me as is, but
[Chorus - Chrisette Michelle]
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just
West Coast Tour
The bill included Pearl Jam
And Nirvana and was headlined by The Red Hot
Chili Peppers the second
Show of this tour was on December 28
if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset
Been fucking the world and nigga, I ain't come yet
You fuck with me wrong, I knock
me rise but still I rise
Cause my Ambitionz Az A Ridah like land mines
Lyrics turn niggas into smithereens
Music so lethal turn coliseums
from the sword
Hope has shown me a scenery
Paradise poetry
With first snow I'll be gone
The hopes were high...
Red Sun rising...
Your death saved me
Out in the west Texas town of El Paso I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Nighttime would find me in Rosa's Cantina music would play and Feleena
asleep
'Cause, 'cause, 'cause you, 'cause you are the death of me
'Cause you are the-
If you was in a pine box, box
I would surely break the lock
I'd
walked up and took him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me Poor boy
Johnny, come and walk along with me
John Hardy stood in his old jail
the tumult and the strife
I hear it's music ringing,
It sounds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?
While though the tempest loudly roars,
I
Your legs or your breasts
Mrs. Fried Chicken, you gonna be a nigga death
Created by southern black women to serve massa' guest
You gonna be a nigga
(chorus 3)
Who said that funk was done just by one.
Who said that it was never ever done?
Who said the two of us couldn't groove.
It wasn't me but maybe
and fair, her lips were full and red
And as I passed that shady bower, these words to me she said
"Last night we spoke of love, now we're forced to part
You
for diamonds
Roses are red, the sky is blue
I got my barrel at 'cha neck so what the fuck you gonna do
It's just two wheels and me, the wind in my
a look at you
Death by matrimony
Hey sucker
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker
(Now there's nothing you can do)
A married man? You're out
sheu0027s unforgettable (unforgettable)
The kind of girl in a music video (video)
Red fingernails to match her pretty toes (pretty toes)
Sheu0027s the kind
da dang"
Then it all got it started for me, man
Yo, man I'm just getting back from the tour, man
What it be like, man?
Yo, bust it, turn me up
Bring me my green eyes, I shall
Wear them tonight to the ballet
Curl the crown of long red hair
I wore black only yesterday
Videos of has-been
the bottom of your shoes
Chorus
Oh me, oh my, how she makes that bowhair fly
How she hangs that music (crystal) in the air
Promenade down to the lonesome
heads, tossed in the Benz
No friends, no foes, only evil to expose
Let's make a video
Tell Lu I got his grandson and daughter
And I ain't lookin for no
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