Lyrics:
dem
Cuh man's quite busy
Gangster
Throwing up gang signs, is he?
Wankster
Stepped on a landmine, silly
I told Bianca
Go and stand by Ricky (real
(N. Brown/J. Rwakaara)
V1
I remember standing there
Compelled by the grip of your stare
Wanting you to hold me forever
No words were said, instead
mean we? (Aiyyo man you changed)
But around my neck, I got the rope chain
It's Greg Nice and I'm gonna go far
I get my hair cut, at the Superstar
We're
friend for coffee
I poured my heart out – told her all about
Poor dead fluffy, and the bloody car, and did she think I should go on a diet?
She studied my
you've never been caught, boy you must be lucky
But don't go parkin by my tires, you better hush puppy
They never catch us all, it'll never stop
Any
..istance, no I go solo my brother
yeah, word to the mother
iI'll swing while my sisters sing
for the brother who's conducting thangs
[chorus]
because I'm
you want to fling rock
Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the buddha tye
I'm rocking well like
ball just sailed on by
'Cause I was busy writing that name of mine
In dirt
It was my first love
Good as gold
Heaven was a shovel and a two foot
Keep their hands on the special
Cause they'll show you what tecs do
Them boys is drama driven, raised by the system
Listen, they bust to survive
Your
represent
Lil' Rob be the fucking baddest, Mexicano born with the badness
Putting it down for the Brown, putting it down for my town
La coloña, holding
the Melanin
stung by a jellyfish? I'm sellling R. Kelly's piss
""Who wan' rank?"" on some 'Belly' shit
Fuck every president First lady the immigrant
Don't
still in 'em
Found out he was snitching and
You still hangin' with 'em
Oh No, two-fifty a 'bo three-fifty or mo'
Real shit, nigga that don't make you
Fake
Over the ground lies a mantle of white,
A heaven of diamonds shine
Down through the night,
Two hearts are thrillin'
Inspite of the chill in
Way to go, TV2 a Justin Bieber interview!
He, she, it, is english, yes, hello
I am Rønnis nummis here
And we have a tv show, hip hop
Do you want
Yo big Sloan Bone what up my g? Its your boy Namek. I think it's about that time we finally hit them with it. Some of that black and brown unity type
cousin, tell your relatives
By telephone or telegram to Tel Aviv
A tale of two lovers, a bond sure as the air I breath
Praises to the Elohim
Let me get
(Da, da-da, da, da, da, da
Da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da
Da, da, da)
Met, this girl down by the vine
Had long tan legs and big brown eyes
the spot can't tell me shit
You either on the white or you on the brown nigga take yo pick
Dusse' or Ciroc black bottles lets take a sip
Take you down
that she took up with a villain
But I don't see dragon's scales
And I don't see claws and fangs
All I'm looking at is arms that hold me
Brown eyes that
You don't know me but I'm the girl who lives upstairs
Apartment two fourteen the girl with long brown hair
I know you've seen me 'cause I've seen
desired to share their love
of the Wonders of this world.
How many winters have to go by
before your green replaces White?
And how many raindrops have
"Hey there, pretty little girl, with your long brown sexy curls.
Your a hottie, body tight, good God almighty"
"Aight son, hold up, you need
to a boy
Now, you haven't had a passionate kissing session or anything,
but you got to go on a camping trip with him
and eight other people from school
fuk'n wicked man
If you need your fix, you know where to go
Get on the phone to Benny Blanco
He doesn't mind, even when he's with a whore
He's
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