Lyrics:
that comes in this world
The world's full of hate discrimination and sin
People judgin' other people by the color of skin
I'll attack this matter, in
man's train
He's killed for hunger his buffalo brother
He's killed for anger and a white man's name
His name was Joseph Cross
And he was raised by
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yeah, them ice caps meltin', bitch
I'm sipping glacial water
Yung Frozen $hogun, raised by polar bears
About to slaughter with
?
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it on
Take that woman on down to New Orleans, New Orleans
Go on, I've had enough, dump my
Scharzenegger, correcting shit in Total Re-
call up E-D and the posse that's ten deep
To wax a sucker nigga booty rappin MC
So step off cause you gets no
I'm watching you walk
As you walk that distant way
Take that thing away from me
Take away most everything
I couldn't say I'd blame you
You
the words that I bring
The ruler of the ring is Lord Ramsey
And music is made by Mark the 45 King
You tremble for my treble, you're begging for the bass
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
I could tell he'd had a tough life
By the way he sat and stared
And me, I'd come to push and shove
So I pulled up a chair
We talked of roads
fuckin'-A, B
Maybe it's because I never had a ma that raised me
Fuck around and throw a baby at another baby
You may think it's cause of the way that I was
snort caine, and do cocktails
make way for the six five killa whale
that love to box and don't care if i die
with fists that will open and shut your eye
bad? I am, my dad raised one hell of a man
At eleven I had to throw on the pants
Still don't feel appreciated and not by my own fam
All good, I'll be
think that say about the God you worship?
First of all, I know it ain't a song that's gon' change the world
There's no way
It's not a guilt trip, it's
So near
But just out of sight
Perhaps there are some passions that are tempered by the years
You reach accommodation, the intensity recedes
Some
present lack of speed?
Are your muscles bound by ropes
Or do crutches cloud your day?
My sources say, "The road is clear
And street signs point the way
featuring Craig G
(Get) (Get)
(Get)
(Get funky)
[VERSE 1]
When I get stupid to the point that I'm mentally mad
My
to ease the pain
But the whiskey that was sold to him
By the moonshiner every day
The moonshiner said, "Drinking's killing you
Why don't you give it up?"
that choppa cuz I want your whole posse
My little baby on my side she jamaican me happy
Whispering in my ear and be calling me Daddy
That motherfuking
cap they call penis and
Yo, with that, I can break fools
Especially when the posse is thick and got tools
Make me feel good 'cause they got steel
No
of royalty my one man LA king
Back to Kobe, fallaway pull up
Oh! What a way to finish!
Kobe never meaningless could never mean less
That's what he means
he plys in guise so wise... CANNABIS?!? evil Hopduvel!
today mugs raised in praise... HOPPED UP! for the Hopduvel
bongs blazed, eyes glazed, way
Well, I gave all my money to the banker this month
Now I got no more money to spend
She smiled when she saw me comin' through that door
When I
Shit, you motherfuckin' right
I'm the bitch that's keepin' it live and keepin' it hot
When you punk ass niggas don't
Nigga westside, what! Bring
and precise
Special effects will be created by an editor's splice
The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin'
Bust a move to my groove work your body do
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