Lyrics:
Yo, I ain't emmitt till
I aint taking no vacation with my drive just for dying by the wheel
Dragged thru the roads that was paved for my travel
problems hanging on my mind but today just won't be one
Keep your chin up old man We gone be alright
I woke up in the morning trying to free my mind so I
caught a ten free him til he free
Pour ya soul into this shit that's what I was told
I just cashed out on dis bracelet and it's rose gold
I'm surrounded by
Legacy, let me see your legacy
Man I got it like a junkie got some methamphetamine
Got a dream like Martin Luther King J.R
Get it in today cuz I
P.U.S.S. to the why that's my pussy
Chorus
Pussy rules niggaz don't understand the world is ran by pussy alone
Fuck a man everything it motivates so don't
that man in the mirror stay the same, but
I can't wait for someone else
To do a song for me
Cause I gotta get free right now
Cause I gotta get clean
Man, I swear I'm gettin' pape
I ain't tryna front a nigga if the payment comin' late
I'm just tryna run it up and get a house right by the lake
I ain't
Planets be the champ of the amplified sound
Swimmin' in this art born up the boogie down
The Rubin Rod Squad flew angles toward the point
Could
with her man
And since she free like Mnadela, she bringina box of Philly pantellas
Acapells, I game like Lou Panella made sure to tell her
Don't bring
Yea, you know what it is Mayne
H-Star coming thru
Don't catch yourself sleeping on me,
Playing dumb you ignorant fuck
Third Coast born so I'm
yeah yeah
Said I'm free by ten come around by then
Shit, in the condo, yeah
We can condo it, yeah
So you know that I'm 'bout it sit down
Bend down
old hoochie coochie man
A bad son of a gun
Got a John the conqueroot and got some mojo too
We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush. Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
? Two-three-four.?
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bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
Di ganja and free Adidja Palmer
Mi born inna Ghana
I live like I'm from Havana
Havana,Cuba
The heart of the La Habana
A giver, gifted like mansa Musa
that I feel
Me and my brothers took our sister Diane
Down to the funeral home to see the old man
Jimmy was the oldest and Diane she was the youngest one
and flee
Man I did it all this when music is free
I could blow out a fire with one breath
Look at the sky in the sun set
Sing you a song to change
irrationally
Harm my brothers pick up a gun and cause casualties
I plead for the best, evaluate and see the rest
This my supplication help me get free
Give me my
ancestors was raped by somebody white
I'm black so I like to sing, dance and crack jokes
Eat good food and be around black folks
I'm black so I like
ancestors was raped by somebody white
(I'm black)
So I like to sing dance and crack jokes
Eat good food and be around black folks
(I'm black)
Sort
their lives
Like they don’t belong (uh!)
Sometimes I don’t know who I am
I was born in the East side, grew up in the Westside,
Influenced by
I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy Jacks in a shack
with my nigga Coolio, got me to' the fuck back
High as a UFO, standin in my drawers
in the hall,
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