Lyrics:
the Remy we were doing the thing
[Chorus: x2]
Now I don't know about chu
But I would like to get wit two (ah)
Nice honeys while I'm chillin' by
This is what
It is sounds like
When slugz fly
On my mama
Thugs getting Fried. ..
High
By tonight
Bye bye
Die
I Be thy
Guy
That
Caught thy body
So don't
[Verse 1]
I ain’t no gangsta
Tho I get wild with a pay stub
Bought a good time with a baster
Liable to paste her up a wall
Firing the bass up
Finna
eat
Darling don't quarrel with me, It hurts too easily
Don't be messed up by silly tendency
No no way
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
She mek a can
Hey yo, check this out, y'all
Since we almost at the last song
Won't y'all kick some of
That fly-ass gangsta shit?
Alright once again, a black nigga
by your sweater doused with wack feather
The crib got the gangsta playa shit patent like black leather
I rap better than you, you, or maybe him
But
Except for the few that were there in your eyes
Dear, as I held you close in my arms
Angels were singing a hymn to your charms
Two hearts gently
a toupee
Love Pule like I'm 2Pac
Yeeeah! I stay, who ratcher nigga?
Go 'head drop bed nigga!
Best be on yo' best be hate it out this
Mothafucka! Haha!
I I I I stay gangsta'd up -
with I'm some immortal shit
Outlawz we straight hurtin' shit use artillery to murder with
Put then on the box gangsta party like Pac
Life's hard from
in that thug life got me feeling like Pac
Told me use my voice like a gangsta would
So I pack two. five in this leaf stuffed in the Jamaican woods
I
Many duplicate faggots
Ice Water, Ice Water
Infinite gangsta shit, check it out
In-stoppable, in-touchable
You couldn't flex on me
If you was
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Must fix the fix the fence by the ache of plot
Two young foxes have been nosing around
The lambs and the chickens won't feel safe until it's done
to reel is living rarity
People stop and stare at me
We just walk on by
We just keep on dreamin'
Beat feet, walking a two-mile
Meet me, meet me
The diving man's coming up for air
'Cause the crowd all love pulling dolly by the hair
By the hair
And she wonders how she ever got here
As she goes under
I lived on a farm out in Iowa
I pulled the corn and I worked in the hay
Got trapped by a girl but I wiggled free
Heard the Oregon timber callin' me
South With A Gangsta Bitch
We Double Team The Competition And Load The Amunition
So She Can Rock The Cock While I Cock The Glock
Pop, Pop Drive-By
the ghetto
I hope this song finds you in good health
I got my thinking caps on
Whatever happened to that baby from that 2 Pac song?
We gotta start where
relentless
Only true love perseveres
It's been a long time and now I'm with you
After two thousand years
This is our moment
Here at the crossroads
When I can't find words and wisdom in my life
And barriers abound
Should I feel blinded by the light
Knee deep up to my neck in heavy water
I
be thrilled by all your charms
Darling, I know my heart will dance within your arms
A summer night's magic enthralling me so
The night would be
Empty rooms behind me, no more nights alone
A table and some chairs for two
Now the world will find me
With someone of my own
The loneliness at last,
to god I'm about fly shit
Rocking versace like 2pac in 96
Put that on my daughter that I ain't never stopping
Until we living like broke ain't a fucking
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