Lyrics:
it all
I got a bedroom, every mirror in town
They're going to claim me if I fall
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just
diamonds and gold jewelry
Spent all his time just counting his bank
Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha,now fill in the blank
Because he's a fresh kid
mad phone scams
That nigga in the street
Wants to leave a beast for
The freak Armani man
Dosed they pockets with swiftness, relentless
Got sent the hoes
Now the greasers, ah they tramp the streets
Or get busted for sleeping on the beach all night
Them boys in their high heels ah Sandy their skins are
but the number one rapper in the world
He done traveled all over the world
He came back just to give you some game
All of the little boys and girls,
rainbow
While listening to Bitches Brew as recorded by Miles Davis (that's cool)
Andre 3000
Full length mirrors and her hair in a bun (a bun)
Kids with
out the window at the stormy rain
And the rush of the water makes my eyes drain
All alone in the room, and it's making me sad
Fantasize of the love we
on...On the American Dream
A lady in a fancy dress walked by me on the street
Asked me if I'd be her guest for a dandy American treat.
A sound then woke me
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it out y'all
Two, two Live Crew
Two Li, two Li, two Li, two Live Crew
Fresh, fresh, fresh Kid Ice
Tre-treach Dee
through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me
Stick a weak kid'll have you livin' in luxury
I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends
I'm
living like hell in a world of death
Protectors of the people wear bullet-proof vests
Your little nephew, flipped him a Uzi
Took to the streets, shot em
you're purpose dog
At the end of the day
Is it worth it all
Immersed in all the worth the world got to offer
But perpetrating proper like nothing can stop
Stay in your homes
Stay in your homes
Be off the streets by nightfall
Gray becomes black and white
Is it true what they say?
They turn the day
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
Stay in your homes
Stay in your homes
Be off the streets by nightfall
Gray becomes black and white
Is it true what they say?
They turn the day
It's the way you kiss me when we're walkin' down the street
It's the words you whisper when we're driftin' off to sleep
A certain way you touch
tumbling down
Down by the old school, trash in the street
Searching the eyes of the strangers we meet
Asking will it get better?
Will we be alone?
damn, you were supposed to be my G, ay, man
Now they chalking your body dead in the street, amen
All these motherfuckers sleep
I'ma have to Lowrider
they stay in tha street
I'm only fuccin wit tha real niggaz, they playin fo keep
When tha streetz in yo whole blocc wit them 2
I'm old-skool ? play by
Because the Kid's much more than hair and a smile
[ Kid ]
He-he
There it is, the hype shit
[ Play ]
Oh, I see
Think you all that now?
[ Kid ]
Yup
Everyday, all day niggas dying, mothers crying
But y'all niggas ain't realizing that the hood is murder
Find your ass in a 6 inch gurder
Cause niggas
after three
Downtown, what do you mean by, "Let's frug"?
You don't come home till 4 AM cause you're roaming
In the streets somewhere, downtown.
We
you're purpose dog
At the end of the day
Is it worth it all
Immersed in all the worth the world got to offer
But perpetrating proper like nothing can stop
The slaughter of ethnic Albanians by search continues in Kosovo
Society without government.
Streets of Miami's Little Havana collided with thousands
.jpg/300px-Count_Basie_(1955_Kriegsmann_portrait_-_square_crop).jpg "Count Basie & His All American Rhythm Section")
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