Lyrics:
ain't no slip of this tongue rang
5 point 0 like a mustang
Its white and black like ying yang
We cook shit up like Wolfgang
Fuck yea i'm the man Ima let
of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm just trying to eat
Man fuck the police and President (Georgia) Bush
So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady?
I just have these dreeeamz, and you know
Verse 1
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo father, where you want to start
How I love ladies
Or how I'm slug
"astronomically"! Crazy
Man! I love it! Also read the new Rolling
Stone and I was in it yeah!
I rapped for the first time on
The yard for Charlie and Jamaica
It's
Hey yo it's poison, ecstasy, coke
You say it's love, it is poison
Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is poison
Physicians prescripting
about a God damn Grammy?
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by
cha but hit cha
Take a look at the overall picture
Every year its the same old story
Same faces, same kinda gories
I sold a lotta records and a lotta
better than before
There's only so much love that I can pretend to hold, before I can't take it anymore
And I'm no good for a bluff, so I just fold
I wish
bitch right here on the spot, bare
'til she passes out and she
Forgot how she got there
(Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie
Kids?)
No but I seen
the only difference is what I do with it
That George Clooney with it, that Howard Hughes up in it
That Billy D, Jimmy Brown, Wilt Chamberlain it
No shame in
pointed to corner
And twisted her shawl,
Uncovered a dusty old crystal ball.
I peered in despite myself.
Somewhere on some love seat, my husband was
I see those swingin' doors I tell the driver just to pass on by
'Cause there ain't no room in old Jones' head for anything less than loveshine.
I
Chris Atlas, David Amaya
I could fucking go on bro, Lory, Peter, Kate and Gabe
We gon' get into the rest later, man, but I fucking love y'all
Let's get
Straight to the noggin
Modern day problem solving
Seen them on the block
Old heads were bobbing
I guess they feel the vibe
No beg your pardon
Starting
as the threat at hand and not the better man
Who never go a lot further, they're Bob Schmurdered
By a justice system going light on a Brock Turner
So I don't
from ashy elbows, to loungin on Melrose
Stayin in the best suites for weeks
In (?) sheets, alone while you cryin at home
By the phone, hopin I
friends with my mentor, No I.D.
And No I.D. told him
"Look, man, if you wanna mess with Kanye you gotta tell him that you like the way he rap"
I was all,
pree up
I'm still old skool yeah you know how it goes
Do it on my JDs or my jack jones
Special, we rarer than jewels
Applying the pressures no problem
Am I too old to be dreamin?
People don't believe what I be saying I be seeing
It's freeing
Stay weird the wise man said with a grin now my phone
walk up, or drive-by
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you
Computers ain't that smart
Whatever man built could be taken apart
Anything new can get old
Like dudes started rockin' platinum, some stopped wearin' gold
AND OLE GEORGE JONES
YA SKIP MY SONG I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR PHONE
Chorus:
YA SEE THE SAME OLF THING AIN'T NOTHIN' GONNA CHANGE
THE SEVEN SHOTS ARE GONNA NUMB
with the funds from the Wilkis bros
We shoulda killed this hoe, I guess it's why I'm pro abortion, tell Dennis Prager he should forfeit
Old white man
comes rushing in the door
He's an old man, he's out of breath and I'm thinking, oh my God, what's wrong, Grandpa, what's wrong
He holds his hand up
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