Lyrics:
the South Coast is wild coast and lonely
You might win in a game at Cholon
But a lion still rules the Barranca
And a man there is always alone
I played
the South Coast is wild coast and lonely
You might win in a game at Cholon
But a lion still rules the Barranca
And a man there is always alone
I played
mind was blown
As he began to raise her son as his own
And that's a lot of shit to deal with man
And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
{Son, don't go near the Indians
Please stay away
Son, don't go near the Indians
Please do what I say}
Since I was just a little boy
I liked
the noise
To the young boys, you fuckin' with a grown-ass man
Watch your tone or get acquainted with the back of my hand
Nubian Brand steadily
Summer night in Harlem man it's really hot
Well it's too hot to sleep
And I'm too cold to eat
I don't care if I die or not
Winter night in Harlem
gonna suffer, things are for better
Never let yourself be overcome by the pressure
?
See the man and watch ?
Blaze like fire, we nah go retire
Got
You can act stupid if you want to
Never play by the rules, do just what I want to
Came up in this bitch tongue out without a front tooth
Now who
"Tell Me Again"
(Words and Music by Geoff Moore and Steven Curtis Chapman)
Verse One
A little boy sitting on a metal folding chair,
In what appears
God's son, and I've come from the God under pure peace
To represent the streets, you'll see that my plan
Is not to destroy your man
But to bring more
ain't fuckin' with society
Justice ain't free, therefore justice ain't me
So I justify his name on obituary
Why you wanna see a good man with a broken
And everybody knows I'm here
I'm your Hoochie Coochie man
Oh, Lord, everybody knows I'm here
I got a black cat bone
Lord I got a mojo too
I got little
bear-lion hugshugs
Keep trying you lie in blood
Man nigga I breath iron man
M-my heart pump lion blood
And when I roar I grow
Wings and fly high above
I knew you had some trouble, son
But you should know by now
That my number doesn't change
Because my dirty deed is done
All I need from you
they refuse
To worship our idols and gods
My name is Hannah, my first born son
Now stands before this king
Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws
By
Little somethin' for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corin
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker
arrived
Cornered by the order
Checkmate sucker, not a move, game's over!
Clocks bending backwards, many cannot get with me
A logical man, I'm the epitome
My
listened to her words a little more
Before I packed up and I walked right out that door
Daddy always told me
"Son, you'd better love the best you can"
Welcome to the Slaughterhouse
(What you talkin 'bout?)
Where we bring them verbal llamas out, bloaw
We-we, we lyrical murrrrrrrrrrrderers
Man, we own
through the verse
I came from house parties, find a bitch and go through her purse
All I need is a little good pussy and whole lot universe
I met God
arguments
Hands off my momma, somehow knew he was the cause of it
Got a little older and he got a little worse
Drinking must be his remedy, he got a little
"My father's a fucking asshole, man!"
Dean: "Hmm, I see. Your feelings of rebelion are not unusual at your age
Son."
Buffoon: "My mother's a piece
a battle light
Swing out the gat and I know that we'll gat you right
Here's an example, just a little sample
How could I just kill a man
One time tried
[Professor X]
(We have come..)
by way of the stars, by way of the Nile evermore
(We have come..)
speaking the tongue of the pharoahes, descending
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