Lyrics:
tonight
I feel you by my side
Take my tongue and take my sight
I need to feel alive
Mirrors on my wall
They cast no reflection
I can’t give you up
I still
pages
My microphone gauges
(What?)
Blastin' in your faces
Straight up jungle funk
Is what we use to lace this
We jungle, we jungle, we brothers,
you wish
But just don't forget
That success only comes
When you risk
Everything on the table
But you might lose yo chips
Just funks with the biz
You
coming right back but I don't give a fuck bitch you know I don't give a crap
I'm whipping up the motherfucking scat
Yeah I'm just going fast going 100
gonna boo-boo (go)
Woke up in a room out Vegas
Gonna give Kendrick and Tyler a shout later
But too many edible goodies the mouth ate up
So we tried
jizz-mop @ the pay-to-view
to mumbling lines
ignored by you.
Couch your cast
for huge bit-parts.
Play that funky white boy.
Shoot that whitey funk, boy
for
Yeah
Yuh
Glee
Glee
Yeah
Shooting shit up
Bitches will pick up the litter
Yeah
I got bigger I still ride with my niggas
Yeah
Shooting shit up
Bitches
I Believe in fate
You were made for me
They all say it's wrong
But I ignore with glee
I can never leave
I'm always by your side
You were meant for
Up in the double are (R), just me and Slim
I'm getting cheesed by the milk stackin' cake, boy
Cash Money, how you luv that, playboy (playboy)?
Don't
Drawn in by the tide
You cast yourself aside
Drifted out to a boy
And washed up on the shoreline
You're defined by your love
Like the land by the sea
doesn't want to give
I never thought I would end up down here
With the mammoths and the milky bones
Oil slick and endless
Oil slick and endless
Carry my
pages
My microphone gauges
(What?)
Blastin' in your faces
Straight up jungle funk
Is what we use to lace this
We jungle, we jungle, we brothers,
to
It's off my head so let the beat play through
So I can funk it up and make it sound good
1-2-3 yo—knock on some wood
For good luck, I like my rhymes
to come and go
That's why I'm an artist
Better give me what I'm worth, tell em I'm not here to bargain
Even when I'm in a funk
I'm not givin' up
No matter
Get you up in the room and drippin up wit the groom
I give it to you anyway you want to have it
Baby is a horse and yes of course I'ma have to break
on a date 'cause if I knew it would never last
I woulda forgotten all about you n erased you from the cast
I don't make shit up, I speak truth if I'm
of your ways
Give me your hand, the end is coming up
Give me your hand; I don’t know how to stop!
I’ll give to you everything I’ve got
In return for your
a business
Spare me these unending trials
Half your cast disappears
But the crowd still cheers
Opera
To hell with Gluck and Handel
It's a scandal that'll
[King James]
Yo Savon, you're my man and everything else
But you just can't run up in this building and shoot
And fools got my brother hostage, man
Gives rap vocals dispatch
With every attempt
To have this game shook up
When Dre cook up, every thug look up
Chronic got me on tilt, eyes bloodshot
Heavy
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
right
I'm black, blacker than a trillion midnights
"Don't Believe The Hype" was said in '88 by the great Chuck D
Now they're tryin' to fuck me!
comes an end,
I'm filled with raging fire.
Hollow brittle stone, fossilised in grief.
A relic that once beat, plucked away by a thief.
Transform them
Yeah that's cool
Er, everything closed so we just
We might as well just go straight to the hotel
And just get some rest
Let me slide this dick up
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