Lyrics:
real when I get up in the booth,
Smoke a couple dabs, and get loose,
Home run, Mr. 3000, niggah Babe Ruth,
Imma asshole by nature like I'm Trae Tha
Met a girl at seventeen
Thought she meant the world to me
So I gave her everything
She turned out to be a cheat
Said she'd been thinking for
wheels on the highway
Driveway so big it got a driveway
Yeah, that's my life to make
And I ain't gonna make it any other way
Blinded by the glamour
Burnt
like dealin' coke
Like big brother used to do so we could stay afloat
I heard them guns outside my window, them gangsters would tote
Thought about
featuring 3 2 UGK
(Bun B)
I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin
had to find my place
But the world can leave a foul
The battle's on, where I roam in composition
A hardcore crowd, waitin' to see, if I break
Like your first time in jail when you got fucked by an inmate
It'll
gonna make it to another day
So everynight I pray
well I'm surrounded by rats, roaches, and dope fiends
My whole world is being weighed up on a triple
with Big Pharma
Wash every little brain
You love the psycho-drama
And flourish from the pain
Sheeple of the world!
Fuck Donald J. Duck
Vladimer Pootin
you shape me
But it feels as though you raped me
'Cause you climbed inside my world
And in my songs
So now I've closed the door
To keep the cold
in flames
I'm sorry Mr Pilot
But I'm the captain now
Men lie women lie
Who really capping now
In a capitalistic world
That's a lot of capping now
I'm
every nigga in the West opps (hoo)
Mr. Morale And The Big Steppers, yeah (hoo)
Yeah, hopefully right now you on your ten billionth play
Kdot, what's
With her dog by her side, just her and Lady Luck
She's got that country charm, and a smile that shines
Her spirit's wild and free, like the wind in
by like "there he go"
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull,
died (To the Dj)
Like the nina aint alive (Quit the replay)
Like I took the long ride (On my D-day)
Like everybody love my music and the whole world
All the money and fame, eight by tens
Of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame
Collidin' with big names that could've made your career stop
All
doubt yourself
And stay away from those who are negative
He said kill or be killed nigga you know i'm stepping
Mr. Morale it can get wild hand on my
crazy big-faced hunds
Headed for the drug, still weighin it by the ton
'cause money makes the world go round, stackin off-shore accounts
Waitin
just breaks in endless reverie
I'll love again, it's true
Cuz I'm finally letting go of you
Cuz its a great big world full of people
It's just that
just breaks in endless reverie
I'll love again, it's true
Cuz I'm finally letting go of you
Cuz its a great big world full of people
It's just that
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
wanna do
I'm always right, i'm never wrong
I'm the big one you're the small one
Ready to fight, everything's mine
Yeah¡ more suffering
Mr. Ego
(Chorus)
you better stand clear
EPMD is a world premier
From New York straight talk, America's best
Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest
Style
[Repeat x4]
"When the East in the house, oh my God"
[Wyclef Jean (Sizzla)]
Yeah! This one's for the world right here
Sizzla! (Mr. Kalonji just
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