Lyrics:
rapper cats and proceed to (Make mill 5-6 Vill)
I be seein em down at Mardi Gras gettin flows off
Everything gettin showed off
Not me, tryin to mock me
an apparatus
Cuz the niggas I fuck wit, they all about the cabbage
Down in yellobrick road my destination, the DoggHouse
Toastin Remys, fillin' jimmies, we
the brother
With the groovin' sound
Can I get a mic check 5-6?
I'm like the news I always
Gotta bring the live shit
To inquiring people inspiring
Feelin' down
you crying and stuff? If I dtb, I'm in bed now.
Why are they so about lying and stuff? I can tell by the way you talk you a bitch ow.
Whole gang
Play by my rules, and fuck the plan!
Money on my mind saw these haters in a way
Having conversation with the paper every day
I ain't talking short
I've been trying to open up my eyes and see a way out
Judging by all the noise I hear there's gotta be something else that I just looked over
We've
status, don't need an apparatus
Cause the niggas I fuck wit, they all about the cabbage
Down in yellobrick road my destination, the Dogghouse
Toastin'
don't care for a sucker that ain't down with the real niggas
The niggas, the niggas, yo
And that's the way the shit gotta go ain't even sober
And any
(yeah)
I say I can make a rapper go to sleep by doin' one thing
Look, bitch, get yo' head bust for tryna play with us (baow)
Keep the picture, catch 'em
They promised me a full ride to UCLA,
But that's a whole 'nother world for small town G.A.
Lord, I'm askin', I hope you hear my prayer
'Cause I'm torn
The time is near
For me to disappear
The end is near
And here we go
Down this lonely road
And all these years
Wasted and thrown away
I hope you know
It will
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
thing when I flips
I gots ta make sure that it's hot an make tha whole planet rock like
Make that ass hop
Don't stop
Down south biancs make the planet
my answer
Find that place called Nowhere
Till I find my shelter
I hope it's not too late by now
The same old habits lead the way
That road goes
I'm ready for you to lay it down (down)
On a whole new way to get lost around you ('round)
And I can't get help, I'm so down by myself (baby, yeah)
the other one lacks it
Guns are power controlled by assets owned by financial forecasters
Who are the masters? They are the gangsters, they are the bankers
panorama with the ass out
What your cash about? Broke nigga
No hope nigga
Buses get fat and you look thinner
This is a drive-in
You drop my shit by January
of a military man
It’s the way of life and I understand
And I’m so proud to say
Made me who I am today
I hope down the road I find a real good man
That’s
pony knows the way back home
I walked from Natchez
To Hushpakina
I built a fire by the side of the road
I worked for nothin'
In a Belzoni saw mill
long
It's alright: no needs, no hope
Such a miracle,
Looking back...
Times gone by,
And life wasn't bad...
Lord, light my way
Fill these
dazzled by a room
Of newsmen. Sally keep the faith, let's hope this war ends soon
In a damaged prison camp where they no longer had command
They shook
the lightning shocked us
When we were lost and looking down that long missouri highway
Your hair was longer then and now I remember
Oh the roads
on the boulevard travelin' smokin' and drinkin'
Here go yo tokin' you can blow and get hope for the weekend
By the time it's ova' you'll be sober while we be
ain't ever seen a star this close
You got me stuck by the way you glow
I'm like oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm like oh, oh, oh, oh
Here we go, come with me
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