Lyrics:
can be dangerous
I can say that I like a challenge and you tell me it's painless
You don't know what pain is
How can I paint this picture
When
kiko from Queens, nicknamed Perico
We go back like PAs and wearin' PJs
Now we reached the peak age, runnin' trains for three days
Who wanna ride? It
it (What?)
Hear the silence
Hear the water from the faucet
(Straight up, phew) one, two, three
We lasted longer than an auction
(yeah, yeah) thought I
down doors, although I never break laws
Come to a town that's yours, and I be rippin the whole tour
Comin hard for your section, slow up
Live in
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
At first I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did
the floor
And I'm tryna make it to the Saint Andrew's door
That's the sound of the Glock
Even DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shot
I done messed
it's a mess alright
Yes, it's mile end
Nobody wants to be your friend
'Cause you're not from round here, oh-ooh
As if that was something to be
that dial
I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile
My name's Mike D and I'm the ladie's choice
I want to get next to you like Rose Royce
Y'all
Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin outta niggas to arrest
This goes out
To all the families that went through the struggle
Yeah, from the heart
Breeze through in the Q, .45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like Dutches from the master
Hate
and when I wake up
I recognize you're lookin' at me for the pay cut
But homicide be looking at you from the face down
What MAC-11 even boom with the bass
Picked up on my phone in Houston
Everybody answered, everybody answered but they won't say why
Then this dancer grabbed me down by the bus stop
She never rocks the boat
Yes, she keeps it from runnin' aground
Sometimes I can't believe
That she only wants to be with me
It seems like such
That picture hangin' on the wall
Was painted by a friend
He gave it to me all down and out
When he owed me ten
Now it doesn't look like much i
To watch the ships sail on the sea?
She took her sister by the hand
And led her down to the North Sea strand.
And as they stood on the windy shore
Live with us H-B
What what (echo)
[Chorus: x3]
(B.G.) Niggas in trouble cause the Hotboys behind the trigger
(Juvenile) You don't want this out
your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
To watch the ships sail on the sea?
She took her sister by the hand
And led her down to the North Sea strand.
And as they stood on the windy shore
Close your eyes
Listen, listen, listen
They give niggas time like it's lunch down there
You go down there looking for justice that's what you
in code when you on FaceTime, like the feds on the phone (oh)
Live a billionaire lifestyle, but I still give beats to your door
Lil' one got
the floor
And I'm tryna make it to the Saint Andrew's door
That's the sound of the Glock
Even DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shot
I done messed
listed by others
This that summertime, Kool & The Gang, me and my brothers
Taking it back like primitive, tell me now who gon' let 'em live?
Shit, like
lie down by me, baby
Run your fingers through my hands?
I been all around the town
And still I do not understand
Is it me or is it you?
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