Lyrics:
not for me
I don't mind the sky of blue
Or the honey clouds that wander by
When that orange thing comes through
I must look away or think I'll die
won't forget until our dying day
How the black and tans like lightning ran
From the rifles of the IRA
I'm feelin extra extraordinary freaky
And i know you hoes want to roll with me
I shoot by the bar place my order
Big baller orderin all that damn
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect
acting loose
I’m just stacking up my energy
If you owe me better pay up
I’m breaking bread with my day one
Bye hater see you later
My niggas dying for that
i'm
Realer than 16 days after 9 11
September 27th happy birthday weezy nigga
Yeah, nigaa it's Gudda Gudda
All my street niggas stand up
All my Gudda
and who ever you work for
I drink orange juice to great for a virus
I been grinding since a baby
I am my own plug
Only real niggas allowed to use my sockets
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
(Help the children)
A generation's trying (bombs and crack)
Oh, how we're dying
(Dance, help them)
Will you let them be? (Help the children)
Will
Uh, let me see
Here's some orange juice, you like taking E?
Hennessy, yeah, on the rocks
You take a shot and I'll take a bop, uhhh
Little sarcasm,
Swag
Waiting weeks for some relief
From this slowly tortured death
Needles orange, there's nothing left
Please evict me from this home
Let me return to my
slobbering skin, covered by a victims flap
I love to watch the blood ooze down the bodies stump
Like scrap, a vulgar way of life, my hideous side, now
and obscure
If ebonics make you nauseous
Than my dick could be the cure
Something's wrong here
Truly wrong here
I know something is in store
How many dying
flew by that blissful night
Let's live in the now
Now
We are breathing now
Now
We're so happy now
Now
Orange, blue, crimson and love
Now
The sky, the sky
time give me five more minutes
And a cold orange juice cause I'm really really trippin'
Went to the strip club and request that I'm da man
The next
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
orange juice cause I'm really really trippin'
Went to the strip club and request that I'm the man
The next thing you know I was throwing rubber bands
Every night, before I go to sleep
I close my eyes and pray
And I thank The Lord that once again
I made it through the day
I let Him know that I
Every night, before I go to sleep
I close my eyes and pray
And I thank The Lord that once again
I made it through the day
I let Him know that I
it was 8:49 on a beautiful 9th day of july
there was not a cloud to speak of so the orange sun hung
lonely in the sky
i was laying prone in my
Ooh
There's a four by six of a sunset kiss
And one of you laughin' at me catching my first fish
One on Valentine's Day
With the mariachi band
SUGAR IN YOUR COFFEE
(Ray Griff)
« © '72 Blue Echo Music »
I came downstairs and found the morning paper by my plate
A glass of orange juice
I'm gonna clear my head
I'm gonna drink that sun
The saddest sight my eyes can see
Is that big ball of orange sinkin' slyly down the trees
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
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