Lyrics:
Max Escobar Escobar Studios baby you know what it is come on.
Welcome to the album you know.
Sorry for the wait.
Hell on earth hell on earth can
have to learn to love it?
Can I just tolerate it?
Mere toleratation doesn't cut it
In your heart you have to love it
Now more than ever
I hate rock n
with me when I do something dumb
We'll learn to shake them off one-by-one
Cry with me when it's too much alone
Side by side we can get along
Walk with
The stars all looking so bright
Pop Champaign for the vibe
Afro girl by my side
Airplane mode for the night
Airplane mode for the night okay...
Rock to the rhythm, back and forth like a pendulum
Swingin' to the beat, competition don't mention 'em
A full course emcee, y'all just continental
maps for what's unknown
Lonesome, by and by
We all get lonesome by and by
I'll try to be your sex symbol
Money, love, and rock n' roll
We can drive
don't let go (Rock on)
My God and don't you know (Be strong)
You got the power if you look deep inside (The flow y'all)
Just let God be your light
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
This one goes to my man old dirty, one love we be swigging brew
Trigger too, even Nas I be digging too
Let's see whose left Mobb Deep, oh yeah Meth
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
it)
She suckin' on dick until six (yeah, ugh)
I make a movie, I'm goin' Michael Bay (yeah)
Huncho the sensei ('Cho)
The way that I'm movin', we
die like cattle
Beef, I go at it so rugged, you swear
I love it is that so, hard to learn?
My burner give niggas permanent heart murmurs
If that ain't
the town, even went to
Tower Records
Saw giant deer and three leather bog people at
the National Museum
I went to Dingle
On the way we hit the Rock of Cashel
up
I always thought to myself, "Damn, why they fucked it up?"
But never the less, I was in love with the microphone
And it stayed that way until I
Stressed about how to get the rock around Michael's little neck
So if they never told you nothing, you got Michael's respect
Ain't that be hustling
still want to know when the album coming out
Ask the teenagers, OG's and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don't
still want to know when the album coming out
Ask the teenagers, OG's and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don't
One's diva'd out, keep her make-up tight
She got her good heels on wit her Jacob ice
And ma love to club, so she stay up nice
And she give me brains
Pimp Juice and us
It's the Roc in here
Maybach outside, got rocks in air
PJ's on the runway, Young got air
I don't land at a airport, I call it
'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
Ain't afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my
I’ve been stuck in traffic longer than I’ve been at home I collect the funds now
Michael Jackson how I keep these niggas on their toes
This is
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
you and me
Around the bend, my extraordinary friend
You can catch a cat by the tail, you'll learn something
You can't learn any other way
Catch a cat
and the Candy Girl
Remind me of you because you rock my world
You come from Georgia where the peaches grow
They drink lemonade and speak real slow
You love
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