Lyrics:
the face from a dry hand
I hope you learn the first time
Nobody finna shake your hand being the good guy
They shake it either way if they know for sure that
man
Then I just walk away with twenty dollars in my hand
Like holla
I sleep with your mama
Then leave with your daughter
Hakuna Matata
No worries no
don't rap back, just clap your own back
Yeah, the akh's back, it's that, it's all mad
Way back from Pac-Man to blackjack man
Had that one a moped in
the hands/ she be bending her body like she was raised origami
I got a crib overseas you need to see to believe/ Suana next to jacuzzis that shit that black
you thought was lost
Now is found
Hope that your feet are on the ground
Oh, hollow-eyed
Reality ain't black and white
Ashes dance in the sun
Led by
never bow down to be a flash in the pan
No remorse, fuck your stature, dog
Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all
I'll put your jaw
never bow down to be a flash in the pan
No remorse, fuck your stature, dog
Nothin' to do with hands when I clap at y'all
I'll put your jaw
and playing it raw
Speaking my name you better quit, 'fore you lose your jaw
S-L-A-be that's on my life, we ready for war
Who gon represent for Texas,
the lights
Can't tell if I'm there
Black like Heskey's shins
Blacker than midnight tims
Blacker than your dad's
Burnt barbecue chicken
When he blacks out in
watermelon
Life is better through the grapevine
So live yours, imma live mine
Yeah we chilling by the palm trees
Swaying like the ocean breeze
So put your
you short arm
Pellets in your hand You'll never put shorts on
ain't shit fair when you got to get your war on
So why don't you come out and play
an advantage
Burning hot, you ain't got no flame
I'm black, you're blick
Plus you're on crack, you're sick
I don't care if you pack a 45th
Or you clapped your
like this, girl
Drop it like this, drop it like this, girl
Called her black Zack Morris, so she saved by the bell
Rest in peace to this beat, I'm
and
I got out, I wanna tell the world that I survived
I got out, I wanna tell the world that I am alive
Clap your hands and we’ll sing together
There is
you don't got
Plus you probably never licked a shot from your Glock
Walkin to my car witcha nine out the holster
Put your hands on the steering wheel
that
In their hand
That's not a cell phone
Black and browns
Can't afford one of those
That is for sure a weapon
Ten minutes
To walk
To the convenience
could prance on
This is not a dance song, not a clap your hands song
Rest In Peace to Eric garner, they did that man wrong
Shot laquan 16 times, and said
better stay with your gat
My diamonds is white and black
How you feel about that
I'm too familiar where I'm at
Can't run around wit' a rat
Whenever our
and cross between
What's your's and mine's, the gold, the green
The roads that show just what it mean
That grabbed Shakur and by the wing
And fly before
Giddy i-ae Giddy i-ae Giddy i-ae for the one-eyed Reilly
Giddy i-ae (bang bang bang) Play it on your old bass drum.
Reilly played on the big bass drum
closer, feel it close)
I reach out for your hand now
I reach out for anything
But nothing's allowed
Echoes called a warning
(Left by the wayside
Turn off
Take my hand
And walk me home
Ghosts of old are on the roam
And why your name
And by no other
Face to face
Bright eyed lover
Always looked
Always
hand cuffed behind them backs in black
Quiet Riot, y'all can't hear one hand clap
Revolution is more than what you
Hear and what you see:
The mass
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
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