Lyrics:
pain, so I can move at ease I been inhaling all this Smoke and A.I.R - 'cause 'Art Imitates Reality.'
Been through some shit, like a William Shakespeare
the last album
Don't smoke weed or smoke the seed when I blast barrels
Clap Harold in the ride with cane
Nigga's get burnt lyrically I'm supplying
Stack my W's like a mountain shit don't make no sense
I had a bowl of sticky shit look deep look like a dent
The pilot don't know what he doing we
of time (time, 'til the end of time)
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know, I don
And to me, we have a culture that, uh
Is surpassed by, by, by, by no other civilization, but we don't know anything about it
So again, I think I've
double proof
L O W, that’s just how a nigga move
Smuve (huh)
Keep on playin wit me
I really do this with ease
I be in the Stu cookin’
Poppin’ slidin’ like
Only 100
Only 100
Only 100
Walk like a centipede
If you step 50 don't move with me
Speed do not change how I keep my feet
I only walk with
And when it turn rival
You go against the Bucks like
Phoenix in the finals
Don't lose your congregation by
Preaching to the Bible i'm in the zone
My friends
the verses by reversing the curses
Selling out god but won't be returning the purchase
On the beat I am a surgeon
Spitting my songs while you been slurping
bite too hard, I'ma say that shit
But don't bite me bitch, I don't play that shit
Marques Houston, I don't play that shit
By the time we got halfway
right by the seashells
They all got the look, like they'd ride on you
Take it easy young boys I got my eyes on you
[Chorus: Akon]
I got my eyes
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
They wasn't w me but I wasn't trippen
I got up and got it did shit on my own
Wish they was w me but I'm a real nigga
I don't need nobody just
facts)
Yeaaa...
Written By: William Wheeler, Mr Red Sparks
delightful
You need likes, they need to like you
Don't be a dick, don't be a dick
Don't be a dick, don't
The work move like La Bamaba
G's move in silence like
and a big brew
Keep a couple shorty's by my side nigga deuce deuce
We don't say no names nigga we don't know who's who
Got it out the gutter mother fucker who
"Rap fura"
W telewizji VIVA zaczynał
Wraz z Onarem w zespole Płomień 81
By wydaną w 2002 roku "Muzyką klasyczną"
Zainaugurować solową działalność album
w him gon delete you
I'm the same by myself or with 400 people
He get paranoid when they cover the peephole (yeah)
You know we ain't trusting new
To jest DonGURALesko, Ero, Tede, o
W imię zasad, mordo
Wchodzę taranem, baranem, Las Vegas Paranem
Tego gówna nie zatrzymasz stoperanem
Gruby lot, niczym z
Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin'
Paper dat would make take dem photos naked
Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams
I
I like everything that I see
Oooh that body
Throw all that lovin’ on me
But don’t hurt nobody
It’s something bout the way you move
Girl I been
ain't no coincidence
And I ride with this gun cause my life I'm risking it
Always make sure my next move is the best
So when I get to the top
Don
Non-stop gash, penetrate that, the
Album went silver, celebrate that
Anybody get rude to the Roll Deep crew
Then no long ting we regulate that
Ok, I don
yo' shit down
Other albums come out ain't NOBODY gon' buy them
Now who gon' deny them? I'm scared of myself, don't nobody want to
try Kim
y'all
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