Lyrics:
live's a twenty-five to life bid
Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive
CREAM is short, Cee Cipher Power stalk, plus the fiend talk
Three Gs
tell by the laces, they tight
Or are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life
And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's
For you, I was a flame
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came
Love is a losing game
One I wished, I never played
Oh, what a mess we
wine
Santana d-v-x make you wanna have sex (ooh)
I'm rich bitch! I'm havin' my chips
Get laid all the time, by 70's chicks, uh
Won hella grammies,
wrong and get by.
Now, lessons tend to fade as we grow older
And I found myself in jail at twenty-five
Had to sit there by my lawyer, the old judge
They left him stuck in the Penn
I love him, we all here just to die here, plus
Nobody cares what got here
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
beat
Jump into the jive
Be happy and give me five
One, two, a-three, four, five
Isn't the groove hip?
Three plus a-two—that's my trip
When other beats
Écoute, écoute un peu ça poupée
T'entends? Mon air préféré
Mets-moi la radio un peu plus fort
Et n'aie pas peur, j'vais pas aller dans les décors
COMMA PLUS!
내 목에 몇천백 감아 손만 잡고 빼
밧줄 끝에 매달려 SUPERSIZED CASH
DEATH RACE RUSH JUMP & FALL NICE KILL!
우린 죽이고 뺏어 가 LIKE ONE TO 4,5,6
난 질식해- 돈다발이 DEEP THROAT
This goes out to my UK brothers
Three plus one is two, minus five is, uh, six
I like eating
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
uhgagaga secretz of war
Alright now you know what time it is
(Spice 1, ehhh yoooooooo)
(bust if we must and plus)
Put your hands on ya, hands on ya
(bust if
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
by me, precisely
Roman numeral I be
Plus three describe me
My son move like the toad
Get drunk
Speak in codes
Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold
wrong and get by.
Now, lessons tend to fade as we grow older
And I found myself in jail at twenty-five
Had to sit there by my lawyer, the old judge
got no legs, they cut them off at the stomach
He's got mechanical legs, he spins webs
Plus he's well-respected by the hip-hop heads
Our mission is
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
Dans ce long linceul
Le reve virtuel
On se fait tres seul
Non pas la plus belle
Mais la pire
Des ?
Maladie des sens
Cinq sens experience
that`s some cold shit, ain`t it huh?
I know, she was a good person for certain I know
V-Town, California where I was born, raised and grown
And since
know, she was a good person for certain I know
V-Town, California where I was born, raised and grown
And since 1979 I been a hustler on the go
You
At five oclock she knows Ill soon be home.
She don't worry bout me runnin' 'round,
'Cause all of my good times are wating right there for me
They left him stuck in the Penn
I love him, we all here just to die here, plus
Nobody cares what got here
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
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