Lyrics:
stay in place
As long as we reach, put up the fist and flip and pray
I'll be done, when I reach my own
Stay free; let the time go pass me by
Stay
bitch up
Pick the fifth up, cock, spit, you would swear it's rainin' slugs (what?)
I'm the hottest shit in the industry (uh)
I got every thug
(Fuck that) got T in dis bitch wit me (yeah)
5th hit the weed (you got all that shit yeah)
I got young money up and now I got my feet up
Toon in
jeans, mining diamonds for them rings
Rewarded with small change and bullets in they brains
And it makes me feel strange everything we take for granted
more
Psychological shock and awe
Needle tracks to damnation
Intravenous validation
Trapped in a gilded cage
A victim of the modern age
Afflicted with all
down yo' brain
(Tenth round!)
I could be surrounded by lions in the midst of the jungle
And still I'm a rumble young man rumble
Ladies
when I pour it
Hoes not allowed to speak English in my foreign
You don't get your issue when you fuckin' with the don
Logan and the loaded rifle that I'm
side by side
In this mess we all collide
Happily ever after's a joke
Lose your mind you start to choke
Modern romance going up in smoke
Can't believe
movin' on (move it)
But I'm a sucker, like I said, fucked up in the head, not
And maybe, she just made a mistake
And I should give her a break, my
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)
From the home of the 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live
for you, wanna trust you
Wanna cuff you, be my lady
But first, I gotta see the baby
Ladies, I believe in you
We gotta stop this craziness out here
brought me here,
Droppin' piece to the double glock
Ready when the trouble knocks pop pop ya pistol now,
If a nigga want to run up gun up
Put him
brain
Like, for a woman
She doesn’t want nobody to She wants
To be in control of
Her body and choose who she
Wants to give it to
And no one can come up
Here's up the rebels
Get back our teddy's head
Her face and tail are all her own
But her brains are foreign led
On the outskirts of Europe
In
It's the middle of the night
And I look in the mirror
Hey man, what do ya' see?
Hear the sound of the train by the river
Cryin' out "follow me"
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
down
Is by an English riverside
I traced these rivers from the cities to the seas
To remind me of what I already know
I traced the shorelines
the thirty sixth chamber bang!
'Tical hittin' with the Buddha fist style
Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, plow!
Brain, is blown all over the terrain
Like
pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hittin' fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you
breed, leaders, stand up, organize
We live in a world overrun by tourists
Tourists, eighty-nine flowers on their back
Inventors of the accu-jack
They
his boy-hood ambition by becoming coroner.
moderate laughter
The rest of you can look it up when you get home. in addition to writing he indulged in
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
Moscow, followed by English and French speech.
("The recording was made at the Moscow Theatre of Musical Miniatures.")
Now, back to modern times.
YOUR
smoke, I drink
In the booth just to help me think
They make me feel like I'm goin' insane
But maybe it's just all in my brain
Is my mind playing tricks
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