Lyrics:
minutes later and we acting so cordially
I got shorty a car, you came back to the door
I knew we hit rock bottom as we laid on the floor
And that's my
the funk ensues you resort to rap
Said you was all in, 2 on the 10 you must distort the facts
So I pledge allegiance to only me I only breathe
Eat
written some....but we really hadn't
rehearsed anything cause we was partying to much and having a good time, and all that good stuff. So there
you are, we
problems
Dreamt for the top, had to start rock bottom
Shit ain't fall in my lap
Fuck is on a niggas noggin hav so cool
But now I want to rob and
Blow your
the rock called double up
So get lit take a hit shop is open all day
From L.A. to the Bay it's Mack 10 & E-Fortaay
(E-40) Sometimes I wonder if
the rock called double up
So get lit take a hit shop is open all day
From L.A. to the Bay it's Mack 10 & E-Fortaay
(E-40) Sometimes I wonder if
to California
I said one day I will tour around the world
She said come and find me wherever I go
So I started a band and I hit the road singing
Good bye
to play some nice shows
We want to entertain everyone of you!
Now we celebrate 10 years of n - core sound
We like to thank you for staying with us so long
Imagine 10 years old full of doubt and defeat
Growing up around criminals, with clout and deceat
My grandma Loucelle used to tell me, you about what you
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long
Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient
Ten years ago
I used to listen to rapper's flow
Talking' bout the way they rock
The mic at the disco
I liked how that shit was going down
Dreamt
Oh na na na na ai
Braimoh Ben Sunny rocks rocks
DaveBanky dey here so
Ahnnn kweke!
Blessings blessings
Blessings follow me
Goodness and mercy them
a nigga, I see a black Einstein
A diamond in the rough, he's remidin' me as tough
Young girls takin' X, she's blinded by the stuff
Oh my God, where did we
American Idol
Matic and Fat Man, they suppose to be home
Ten to twenty upstate, a half a year in the hole nigga
[Hook - 2x]
when I whip, my supply is good
The man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin' the hood
Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood
Benz parked by
Give you dap and then we slide
Through your hood three dozen times
So what's good? I'm looking for a pedicure
Pink pussy that pop
Preferably the kind
Ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh
Oh yeah, uh-huh
Listen
Holding back the years
Thinking about the fear I've had so long
Will somebody here listen
Listen
and the rocket sled itself got lunched!
By a famous mountain-in and his small, wooden wife.
Good bye to las vegas
Farewell to the lounges
We pulled a few
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
fifty years
I accepted his proposal and learned to spell his name
So our love would persevere
My good friend said bye to the frat boys
My roommate didn't
Gold
So all you crabby lookin' nappy headed girls get back
Cause there's a ten to one chance that you might get smacked
Rock the bells
The bells
up
I'm staying up
This year
So long
Bye bye
I want your ass out by the light
Too late
Too bad
You weren't the best I've ever had
I think we're over
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
can be.
That man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea.
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. Doggone it!
I loves day man lak a schoolboy
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