Lyrics:
De Janeiro
Ain't nothin' changin'
Wit the track I lay now
'Cept I pack and spray now
A track you lay down say nothin' but got-
Now let me know who
for this
An assessment of my own fears
Because in twenty-four years
I don't got nothin' but love in my heart
I don't got nothin' but ears
You disappear
dudes play by your own rules
I watch the day light, fade into night
West Coast nigga all my life
But I let my mind travel, light years away
Just another
YouknowhatI'msayin? And fa sho no lie
29th Street Crip Gang nigga, see-Bo holdin nothin back
Yukmouth, Spice 1 and we do it live, for the world it's still fuck off
sposed ta be un-destructable, but what you got ripenin' down dere be puttin' us all to de test! yow!
The evil prince tap-dances over to thing-fish, harry
[Verse]
Down the highway, wind in my hair
Feel the freedom, not a single care (yeah)
The engine roars, as the world flies by
I'm on top of the world,
I'm sinkin' within pride
Drinkin' for lunch and I'm drinkin' for dinner
I'm nothin' but lush when I'm pushin' up in her
I seldom remember the 8th
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
but I can't walk yet
Can't grapple nothin' said, cause I can't talk yet
First trip in the police car
Cameras all around me as if I was a star
Mom's
Yeah, no introduction is really needed
But it's, the Bishop Don Magic Juan
Chairman of the Board, of famous playas everywhere!
Playas, playas,
Yeah these are my words to my firstborn
You know what time it is, these are
My words to my firstborn
Nothin' left to hear
Now, can you picture
Young
Your show ain't nothin' but
Good karaoke chump yeah man
But if you wanna learn how to
Do that you should come
Check me out you know, The Rock
at sixteen (sixteen)
He flexin' his money, we know that he broke (know that he broke)
Dick in her mouth, NLE throat coat
He pressed by the girl that fuckin'
bust the strap until it ain't nothin' left
I done seen everything but Jesus, I ain't scared of death (scared of death)
Yeah, I scraped that Pyrex 'til
to me that you wouldn't believe
I'm not talkin' freaky or nothin' obscene
But it's not far off if you know what I mean
She'll take me upstairs, lay me
to smile
`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style
Everybody's sittin' by your head
the pretty bag-eyed ? beast
When you all say cheese, dosey-dose
So much's turkey is about to explode
But you still gotta swing to the pickle twist
Choose
the back and I'm keepin' her cummin'
Got power like Ghost, but I move like Tommy, don't play that (got what?)
Nigga in that life, give a fuck 'bout nothin
The Chance, Ms Sancha Needs Cash
And She Wants It Fast
Give Me All That You Got Homeboy
'cuz This Cuete That I Got Aint A Toy
It Packs Nothin But Hot Lead
Throw
the house
I know what I'm missin' so give me not nothin' but rifle and missilin'
Darkest ideas and fears, no tears
I'm gettin' it cleared, pray about my
That drop bombs on you niggas
Nothin' but dope rhymes
I was coached by the OG's
Taught to stay low-key
Now everybody know me, Mr fuck the Police
Unite
shoot the nasty bitch
In the mouth for nothin'
I say Birdman Birdman what's good today
We ain't never let them niggas
Take our food away and we recognize
skins and a 4-0
Dropped the O-E cause it's just too cold
Get myself some gin instead and then I stroll
But before I get out the door
The man behind
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