Lyrics:
of a morning
All spick and span
To the Temple of Music
By the Tower of Light
At the Pan-American Exposition
In Buffalo
In Buffalo
Saw Bill McKinley
face but all the while you want to take my place
Put it on a paper chase and you can't keep my pace
You're jealous 'cause I'm this shit and you ain't
his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If
In a camry
Hit a lick
Count it up
Split it with the family
Bills getting paid
I refuse to get played
I can't save the day
That's why I dont wear a cape
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
saw him at the VMAs, told a joke, he never laughed (um)
The rap diablo, "free your mind" my motto
And we all gon' be good if TreeJay ever hit
you be wearing blue
And all the above if you black and you encounter police
It's one of those things you learn on the screen
Niggas think they the don,
Luke Larson
Back again
You witnessing Stage 1 of a God Complex
You getting paid in dollar bills, I just cash the checks
On my worst day, I'm still
threw outrageous parties
They paid heavenly bills
There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
She pretended not to notice she was caught up in
threw outrageous parties
They paid heavenly bills
There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
She pretended not to notice she was caught up in
Michel'le?
Lookin' like straight Bozos
I saw it comin' that's why I went solo
And kept on stompin'
When y'all motherfuckers moved straight outta Compton
crowns on our heads
It's not about the dollar bills, no, I'll be just fine
I just want my respect and what's mine
It's not about you bowing down
We're all
And we saw him just without the
Slightest form just put the football on his foot and kick it about
Sixty yards a punt with no trouble at all. We were
what he thought
Girl, when you give it away
When you give it away
It all comes back tenfold you say
But the more you give
The more they seem to take
Oh,
Michel'le?
Lookin' like straight Bozos
I saw it comin' that's why I went solo
And kept on stompin'
When y'all motherfuckers moved straight outta Compton
I'm going all-in
Spending racks they been falling
Spin it back, we ain't stalling
No cap
I been balling like Jordan
Everyday we been scoring
You can
need that Gucci, Louis, Prada, throw the bill on him
He gone pay it regardless he love them heels on me
He know I'm the truth, baby I don't doubt that
He
it for the kid with the dream
Rappin' in the mirror in his room as a teen
Hopin' that he'd be seen by the world, and he would be (would be)
Yeah,
needs a new belt
But she saw the world through the eyes of a child
And remembers how good it was and how good it felt
He picked up the paper from
attraction
Saw him nearly every day, what could I say?
"Hi, I'm Shanté, and could you leave your wife, by the way?"
I wasn't with it, he had to take
this life has taught me lessons that I won’t forget again no
I saw a man yesterday, he was young and afraid
I said what’s up to him he seemed to have
paying,
We all used to kick flows, it was real we loved it,
Never saw the word “artist” without “starving” in front it,
Remember cats were all about shows
Remember I saw a Google preview car in the morning light a summer time summertime Thompson and Southville Southville the little bill gotta pay all
'cause all gangsters die
I can't deny it, you can't tame a lion
I'm a angry lion hangin' by a string
I can't describe it
Feel like a anchor tied
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