Lyrics:
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
you ready?
Can you dig it?
They say I been the best on the low huh
Why he's so underrated, that's been your question before huh
I was destined
it just to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'
Shit in five years we'll all be eatin' at Whitey's
And he'll be
Together they moved like a well-oiled machine
And ran up such scores it was almost obscene
The team is unbeatable, everyone said
And if no one can beat them
the true guide
We can never mill our ways
We are pilgrims making progress
We'll make it by his grace.
L'amour de Dieu
If is deeper than 808
If is wider than
But they gon' still get nasty (two)
Wrap it in plastic (hoo)
J Hawks landing in Kansas (brr, brr)
This that Wraith talk (Wraith)
Mill talk, all in
this mill'
The reason why is rap shows don't always go that well
Uh, and the chances are that I probably won't recoup
So I'ma take this loot and book
Or horseback riding or we can play tennis
But, the most intimate part will be when it's time to eat dinner, we'll go get dressed
And then we'll give a call
to over think
Only cause I've drove and I done had a lot to drink
When I wanted it blue you said we got to paint it pink
And there's pieces of ya hair still
Well all the boys are talkin' 'bout your brand new car
Drivin' the girls crazy like a movie star
They say it's shiny black and really sexy
Baby
grips all on my ass
Private show with the music blasting
He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty
Red wine drip, we'll talk that trash
here on the shore
And the grass was so green and the water so blue
Well our house stood right over there
Of course they took it down for
under a flame
The ground was a slow process but well worth it
Now they nervous, shit get way deep under the surface
I traveled all around the Earth
the trenches livin' dangerous
Duckin' them cases to put pointers on your tennis bracelet (talk to 'em)
Spendin' Franklins, it ain't about the money but all
even know
I ain't hand over enough a whole thing since '94 (damn!)
We ain't trippin' we'll swap it out (swap it out)
If its still in the rap we'll
sayin' this my "Jesus Walks"
I'm just sayin' God, I need to talk
Too many kids in the community outlined in chalk
Scared of drive-bys when they should
on the TV
We'll talk about this later
There's a ball game I want to see
Guys do it all the time
And you expect us to understand
When the shoe's
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
Started rubbing my eyes
When I heard the birds talk
Hey mister sleep you're gonna
Have to take walk
But nothing has as much power to
Make me
Well, it's in the way he walks
It's in the way he talks
His smile, his anger and his kisses"
I said "Sister, don't you understand?
He's all I ever
a kid again
Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for ya
Nigga talk to the (cannon)
Have a few words with the (cannon)
Tell it to my mother
sucked. so if you don't know what it's like
To get your dick sucked, well then just dream.
H-e-a-d
I need a doctor just for me
To suck my dick, like a vet
to tell
All the boys over there, they never took it well
Do the math on the ave when your time comes
Have your ass on your back with your eyes stuck
Paid
to tell
All the boys over there, they never took it well
Do the math on the ave when your time comes
Have your ass on your back with your eyes stuck
Paid
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