Lyrics:
the Volkswagen dies
My friend Iris believes in a God
And if she prays right, he'll give her what she wants
But I've tried kneeling and I haven't heard anything
at home
And I guess when your life's been blessed like mine has
You just naturally want to let others know
So my friend if we meet by the gates
to beats, in the Bimmer cruisin'
I think I got another hit, I could feel my body bruisin'
What's the conclusion of rappin'?
My hypothesis, I'm darker than
"everybody wants to hurt me" (what?)
Paranoid, so I strike out at whatever (uh)
The closest thing to me is gonna get it, but never (uh)
Will I kill, I think
of another man
Especially when I have everything I want at hand
Except you, you
You know, I got every damn car, multiple cribs
But it's like, "No, I
we got something def that other rappers lack
We haven't been able to put our fingers on what it is
But it's different and it's def and it appeals
Got the water in the yola now I'm in the mist
Gon do what it do and them some dirty bricks
It's a dirty world, but my car clean
Pull up in them
devils bleedin', only black blood drippin'
We can change, what your mouth say?
I'm watchin' niggas work their lives out without pay
Whatever it takes
dollars")
Niggas will sell their soul to
Go platinum and gold
I'm cold 'cause I got the
Gold and kept my soul
Drop an album full of soul
Sold twelve times
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
5
20 minutes in they dump I'm gonna let these slide
We're the best
Look at what we drive got picnic tables on my lap getting high
In the back
got it
Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite
Count money all night under the candlelight
Spinnin' vinyl, Teddy P, or is it Lionel?
Not a model, but I
about to do something new
And we about to
Check it, say what, say what
CHORUS:
[Biggie]
Hey yo, what's the 411, hun
(What's the 411, hun)
I know you got
askin' if I can slam it
I'm
Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man
Get the fuck off that, punk smooth shit, man
Get with that rough shit, man, you
(what,) uh, (what,) that's the way it's goin' down.
My new album ain't no joke.
You want to take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
I'll never slack
might just want to call the cops
Aye, yo I gotta put some action on paper
Make sure my verse jump up and spread out like the raper
The only tip I got
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
the room is quiet again
Ocean says the song "feels like a Rubik's
Cube melodically you want something
Emotionally rich on that
You know what I'm saying? But
God, oh my God, oh my God
There's a million MCs that claim they want some
But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb
Peace to Sayres Ave,
my head insane
Girl, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you...baby
Sss..mmm
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey
Killa what's really good my nigga
Un casa what's really good
What's really good flee
Yo, what's really good
I got ta get on this album
I just
The grass is always greener on the side you don't see
Find another way but I haven't got close
I tried a million things but I can't let you go
Tryna shake
tropical night
I watch the ocean and l search inside myself
What did l do to make you run to someone else
It's funny how we want the things you haven't got
I
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
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