Lyrics:
the I'm addicted, I wouldn't mind if you'd spend some more time with me
Is it wrong that I really really really need you here by my side like 24/7, from
Hey, nah ya goin miss up on the G-Funk era,
Ya know we said things won for Warren G, and soon turned superstar
11-10-7 D that was my intro
But
tired by then, so I take a nap
Tick tock, tick tock, the clock is ticking
OK, now it's 7 a.m
I get my clothes
I get in the car
My mom's sweet enough
doing our jobs, you know
Ah, uhh, ah
You're not doctors, then
Oh, blimey no, haha
Mom, dad, I'm off that then (?)
See you by seven
Bye bye son (?)
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
people the truth.
It's time to tell them the revelation of my second coming
Have them understand, relate?
Now ride me baby.
Baby,
I love you,
Fool,
What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care
Cause the last days and times are surely here
Snakes and flakes get blown, by the righteous ones
feels like heaven
They calling me the dude no Devin it's for my sevens
I'ma ride if I'm summoned, I abide by nothin'
I'm my own damn boss, I can put
pronoun
Show the world you're no clown
Everybody wise up!
Say you got an "I","T"
Followed by apostrophe, "s"
Now what does that mean?
You would not use
You'd better slow down
And use the right pronoun
Show the world you're no clown
Everybody wise up!
Say you got an "I","T"
Followed by apostrophe,
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
Let's break it down
Like walking around it for seven times in a day
But now we know
Like knowledge hit a free throw
Fuentes flew the jets
I roll
crack, crack
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat
'Cause this, some the cemetery's, the reality
Where the tough guys get buried in
senseless killing.
[DR. EDISON AMOS]
The second amendment gives the right of the people to keep and bear arms.
This is a dispute which is going on in
2 Chronicles 7:14 NLT
Then if my people who are called by my name will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, I
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
fingertips will stick to me
For seven years
But seven years is too long
By then I know you won't be what I want
So for now I'll scrub my skin
Till your
Baa Baa Black Sheep
Bags full of crop
I'm licking off the door
Bad day to be a opp
Gun by my side
When I'm spinning round your block
I don't need
You don't need to watch the clock baby, cause um
Its like, its like, you know um
I'll let time go by
Before i let you go by ,Bet you know i'd
Lose
second set
Gold by the pound load it up to my private jet
Lookin in the mirror, Gah damn, ya boi heaven sent
Money getting longer taping in to my
They like aye, aye look it's Gotti
That's that uce from the city by the sa'mi
They got what you need, got what you want
City move fast ain't got time
don't know my story
There's really nothing for me
So leave me in this worry
(In the end is glory)
Feel like an 8 by 10 in a 5 by 7
I'm in the wrong frame
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