Lyrics:
Dinning room gross. Perfume smell, all up in my nose. Two bottles on the floor. Near the bathroom door.
Chorus: Ride on the beat, bottles on ice, never shy
spin
Her body is off the world
Give it here to see the curves
Got outside it was too cold
Get me somewhere else to go
Boy, you know I start to swear,
I'm on a mission as always
I'm trying to see out my lil' vision as always
I'm cold only outside of business, the ball raises stakes
I don't wanna be
We outside for the summer
'till winter fall in a bag gotta count up
Count a couple racks get my girl body done up
No cloudy rings must define these
more scarier
I am like a pitbull
And you are more a terrier
These white folks don't like you
Then they kick you out the area
Force you in a area
Of cease
columns spread over the whole area. And the sound of the actual explosions will reach you now.
War Correspondent 4:
We passed through village after
lock gate fling him things outside
Because e work for Mr A like that
No mean say e go work ki for B like that
Because your friend travel go Ghana en
love no I be bad persin
Area no get memory do the one you fit do
You like you kill your self them for still say you be bad persin
Come outside fresh
soundin' pasty? (Ayy)
Turn this shit to GTA
You fuckers gettin' wasted
I wanna die, she hop in the ride
She feelin' the vibe, I kick her outside
You boys is
Alrighty, then ... picture this if you will.
10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,
in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51
a force taken out of nature and abused
The innocent atom wore a gorilla suit
King is less troubled by capsules in his land
Than by a rabid skunk in the area
world, there's an area
That, if you're poor, another day alive is a miracle
The blocks in Watts got crooked cops that frame the innocent
No different from
bitches in back of the rover
Then bounce with the coca, bag up bitches outside of the costa rica area level,
My features and carry my posters
radio like the Crash Crew
Ask whoever you want, I'm managin' the funk on the paper
Outside of that we pull capers for days
Ridin throughout the maze
known combing
Gross mouths foaming, dough down, particles of a broken code exploding in a chip
And soda coma, slowly overdosing, rovers
Opposite
Uh
Whoever thought Cam would grow to gross in the millions?
101 West, you should've seen my building
139 Park, started off as children
Grew up
This is my city, my city
Who ever thought Cam would grow to gross in the millions?
101 West, you should've seen my building
139 Park, started
Bumping 8 Ball & MJG, from the outside looking in
I'm sitting on top of the world, but then again I kind of been lately
Cause I pull up in my Cadillac, my
won't dare to come nearer
Standin outside the offie
we don't fear ya
________________
Go on fam I dare ya
See em on the stage yo the crowd don't
PM, 80 degrees outside
I'm in somethin' that go real fast, sittin' outside the cornerstore
Six figure client got no business in this area
If it
It's a war going on outside...
el convoy de la calle,
comienza la masacre, un combate mortal,
Enemies dont even try!
la warnicion verbal,
Marginal /
and O'Farrell walked
Inside of the
Establishment to check the area and observed
The performer "TYLER THE CREATOR"
Onstage the officers
Stated to Det Lyons that
All day long we tried you but the line was down
The line was down
Our men located some tracks just outside town
Just outside town
With a ranger's
outside the church preyin on some saved lives
Or sittin on a scale good enough to taste
I'm better than a protein shake to lose weight
Nigga, no doubt
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