Lyrics:
was eaten by snakes"
You can stab and shoot and spit
But they won't be fixin' it
They're lyin' and lazy
They can be drivin' you crazy
Swear
That I constantly feel like I'm falling from grace
And being chased by
This face that lives inside of the hate that lives
Inside of the way that I
know the flow that I kick there's no equal
I'm murderin' niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks
When I grips the mic and kick shit niggas
quite confusin' Hey Mr. Papuh-mon time to go home / Norman Henny I'm sorry I hurt you That's all I can say / Henny Who knows this whole episode Just
damn full of it keyboard money mark you
Know he's not having it just give him some wood and he'll build
You a cabinet I'm convinced that Vince is
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history
I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid 'cause Rick said so
Make the woofers
Sam (Dre):
(I heard Sam was going solo) God damn, you didn't know so,
well I can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow.
I'm hitting harder
keep it innovative and new, creative you know I'm sayin', I mean (no doubt)
Some people don't wanna hear the same ol' thing over and over (no doubt)
cubics
My brother down the road with a iPhone
Told him don't get used to that, he know I'm gettin' him back home
I cry stale tears and don't know why,
I'm locked inside
A land called foolish price
Where the man is always right
He hates to talk but loves to fight
Is that all right?
On real
Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that dark rhythm in her soul
But I'm too over the edge and I ain't in the mood anymore
To remember
smoked all my beer
I'm already gone I just got here
An old hairy ass hillbilly
Still up and hangin' on
Made me think of a Similar time
In
are takin' by me to awaken
People to life but I feel no fakin'
No jivin',no lyin',no frontin',no playin'
Say exactly what's up,understand what I'm
guess
I don't give a fuck, no
It's not that I don't give a fuck
It's that I give most of the
Fuck and I'm not givin' up
And it's not that I'm crazy, no,
the fire?
This is the most exasperatin' situation tell ya
I ain't-never seen the likes of this one
And I have seen a bunch that'll really make y' think
fact this jam is def
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history
I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid cause Rick said
when I fed ya
Where's your mommy
I'm going crazy
Call up a buddy
I need a friend
Cause I'm a new dad
Who don't know what to do
When a tummy starts
I'm pretty fly for a rabbi
Meccha leccha hi, meccha hiney hiney ho
Our temple's had a fair share of rabbis in the past
But most of'em were
shit, I ain't on nobody's dick
I remember when BET wasn't shit!
After a certain time on that channel, owned by white people
Fuck why'all night people
If I had the magical powers
To redo all the things, most people have written
And if I had those powers, to bring you back here again
I'm
heart's in The Highlands
I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go
Windows were shaking all night in my dreams
Everything was exactly the way that
Fuck yeah
Hey Mark, I'm starting to get sweaty and contrary
To what most people think, I think I look better wet
I've been campaigning this for about
arms, let me fill you with my charms
Chaka, 'cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka
I'll make you more than just a physical spell
I wanna
to shoot at me but they miss
Yeah I'm a lone wolf and
I ain't never been trapped
And God help the people that think
They got me cornered at last
I've been
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