Lyrics:
then I'll be out (please tell me)
Who can surf the universe with me?
Lucifer is human, so are we
All I ever want is what I need
And that don't
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Verse 1
Enjoy while you can
Old heads still Boyz 2 Men
Chasing fiends dreams
Pushing 90's Benz
The nigga in front of the mirror
I always
to make, coward nigga you a fake
How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back
Then go start another family, dawg, what type of shit is that?
can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's
the back of the truck
Ass fat like fifteens, in the back of the truck
I took two two's, put it right in the cuff
Fuck the other twelve, 'cause we don't
the stage and together they ran through the back door
In the alley over by the curb he said tell me what's your name
She only said the words again and it
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
One, one two
Check me out right here yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever
But as long as it's here then we might as well shine together
Better
work you know you owe me too much to stop
John said I got a little working to do but I ain't goin' by your clock
People said John was a slacker cause
slapped up
Pack up and go tell mommy
That I'm back up
You, you, you, you and your whole crew
Whatcha whatcha whatcha gone do
To me, that's M-I-double S-Y E
niggas man I hate them niggas
Fully loaded whip I'm back on my bullshit
And this bitch fully loaded FN clip
Turn that block until two shooters come
I love you dawg
I got your motherfucking back (right?) Just know this shit
Slim, I don't know if you noticed it
But I've had your back from day
his songs don't turn me on.
He got me into music
Where has the fragile magic gone?
And all the changes
Keep on changing
And the good old days
They
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
phone calls
But I just let it ring and I don't go near it
I turn the volume up so that I can't hear it ring
My ear drums rumble my lungs vibrate
I'm
Twistin' on the truth, tired and crack
I don't trust nobody 'cause they don't deserve it
Niggas run in your house, they know you doin' dirty
I got my
everything in the
Someone help me please universe within the light
Someone help me! Understanding
They already did 2Pac My children, all six
you's the user
Sellin' drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way, mad bills to pay
Constantly builded by me
A million men marching like Calling them the king kong
The verse making the world sing
My hearts on the sleeve-a
ya'll basically just
That was the Dogg Pound here, right on WBALLZ
187.4 on your FM dial
You're tuned in to the biggest balls of them all, DJ Saul T. Nuts
Aye, don't
the champion sound
Believe, believe
Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl she tryna jerk me
Lamborghini
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
the stage and together they ran through the back door
In the alley over by the curb he said tell me what's your name
She only said the words again and it
only escape
Me and my automobile's got these neighbors screaming, "Gimme a break!"
It's a pity how we turn our city into obstacle courses
Don't be mad
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