Lyrics:
niggas
We don't fuck with the other side
They gon' make us bring them colors out
Any nigga standing by your side
It gon' be a double homicide
It's
warmed up before you get me started
tongue touching, body rubbing
and when we take it there,
Don't be afriad to taste both these lips
[Girl # 3
at the bottom of the stairs right by the caretaker's office,
He started licking the pavement.
Every night now since we moved into that new house
There's this
I sat down and started to write a song on the old upright piano.
I played these crude chords with my left hand and thumbed out a kind of
A blues
're relaxing, we're relaxing [fart and cough together] three, two, two --
Gary phelps: I was just going to ask you if you could maybe stop doing that. I can't
enough room for all the tombs
It's a war going on outside we ain't safe from
I feel the pain in my city wherever I go
Three hundred fourteen soldiers
I sizzle on stems like crack rocks
It's 3am and I'm 3 doors down, ready to give you 20 like a matchbox
What you know about a chip on a cold shoulder
come right in"
Leave your shoes up by the furnace, cause we just put new carpets in
She asked me bout my day then sat me down
Told me we should have
that's probably ya death note
He was the homie though, we shared the same virtues
He showed me his soul once now I only wear church shoes
Turned out he
wanna go down low
But this Boogie Down professional, I'ma let you know
Once I put the blows, get your clothes 'cause you got to go
Out the door
number, and that shit started with three-somethin'
Meetin' at the threesome, we 'bout to have a mean one
I'm tryna fuck somethin' right now (woo)
Brown
and flushed the bullshit down the ?como?
Rappers just started rappin last week, get a deal next week
And go platinum next month
But pass the blunt, so I
piss and shit
And as we walk out the door take a look at the fish
Peep this it's something you can't miss
Everybody from the Dogg House fool is a crip
fucking up my black community
And we ain't doing no more interviews
'Til we get paid out the frame, like motherfucking Donahue
We're taking over radio,
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down
who stopped it?
That's the feelin' that I get when we lock lips
I got the weed at the crib, and the liquor too
I fuck your soul out, releasin' your
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
the game dividing the pies by three
Then we got famish
So we set standards
Very similar to the ten crack commandments
Some couldn't take it
Others got
One, two, three, here we go
Yeah
I'm walking out my front door
I'm jumping in my car
Take another left on Main Street
Head right to where you
jumped out her seat
Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street
She started grabbin' all over me kissing and hugging
So I shoved her away I
pushed me to the brink
She talked too loud
She drank too much
And she threw up in the sink
Well...
We just got in the front door
I took her by the hand
Get it in, get it out, turn it up, turn it down
Big Snoop dog and soulja boy, told ya boy in your mouth,
Make it bang, make it bounce, break it up
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
sober walking out that door
I walked her to her place and she said she'd call me
I looked at my phone and realized I had a fucking interview the next
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