Lyrics:
sting like a Bumblebee, he start transformin'
Send yo' homies on the drill, but they ain't never make it back
Shoot up the Scat, we left it flat, he
with that tre 8
So much pound in my back seat
I'm gettin chased by those motherfuckers o p d
Should I hit a condo and lose the bottle
Fuck it I hear
love you)
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green (harmony)
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (is you by my side)
All,
sah!
Though it once had a dreadful shower of rain
We who are blessed they just can't put us under
Martyrs golden text is bondage never again
If not by
can't speak
And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet
And let it change up to a dance called The Freak
And when ya finally do come in to your
I'm hanging with the sharks
She a dummy with her money but the brain she give me smart
Matter of fact let's bring up the past
Old problems I can't see
Mmh
Mh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, no, oh, no
Whoa, oh, no
Whoa, no, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, no
It ain't all good and that's the truth
Things ain't
Mmh
Mh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, no, oh, no
Whoa, oh, no
Whoa, no, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, no
It ain't all good and that's the truth
Things ain't
the gift of gab
to grab the mic, cause I'm sorta like
Vincent Price, but you never been so nice
So back up off me, I'm seperatin men from mice
Kickin ass
scared
Never been a type to bite my words
When I came up ya'll gave me shit
Now I'm finna make ya'll eat them terds
Always said what the fuck I felt
Gon'
breaking up and I won't get the good end
Got into some drugs and stuff I thought I never would and
This ain't the way the story goes, turn back to page '20
thing
I let a lot of homies slide
Only got a few left by my side
Never liked feuding with my guys
But I know that we gon be alright (Yeah, yeah)
A few
who shout never
A message we send
And there's a place where we'll forget
The things we've done
The things we've said
I know there's been some hard
spin the 12's and eating some chicken
And like the drink, we would mix it up good and spike it
Penned down the words to the song
The way I like it
We
made somethin' out of nothin', was always resourceful
Doors will form off of your will (your will)
I never switched teams, you're more George Hill
ain't shit without him, tell me I'm lyin'
Black people don't give a fuck about George Bush dyin' (We don't)
R.I.P. Stan Lee, wish it was Donald Trump
get by, doing what we can
To be our best high
Everyone out there losing their life
Has a good family who's watching the time
Its fucked up to say
If it
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don't think that you're cold
You're not ready
to get my money up
Now I’m flipping dimes and they come with tummy tucks
Im smoking Georgia Peach, I’m with a baddie and she more than sweet
Drinking so
man
The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone
Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool Aid
Skipping school with my homies
of you and I
(Yeah)
The streets could never teach me
All the things I got from you
I found myself in the wrong lane
And I ended up in pain (Pain)
I
I don't mimic anyone
I don't give a shit about a people
Who does
I think SPECIAL is for everyone
Never try to copy
But do things others can not
could never heal my pain, I cannot outrun the blame
But the life I grew to hate, she could definitely change
But the most important thing is that I would
Like how I live and move
And have my being
Got both my hands up
As I sing
My praises to Him
I just wanna tell you
How good God's been
He's good
(He's
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