Lyrics:
and clowns
Yeah! You gotta hold your soldier down
Even when the war is lookin' like, it is right around the corner
And you don't wanna leave me believe me
radio on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone
I can see you
Your brown skin shinin' in
on the 'Gram, you movin' backwards
You lucky I don't be doin' shit for the 'Gram, you niggas cowards
Better not believe no rumors, rest in peace to Koopa
I
Killin me softly with your songs
Bring the noise but surrounded by cowboys
Indigenous but wiped out diggin new ditches
Can you dig it
Turnin tricks
love baby
Full on your love
Still can't believe you're here with me
Stayed up all night wondering how it would be
Can't concentrate when you look back my
me fightin' these 3 Strikes
Showin' up in court fuck what you thought it's three nights
I put the game down first put my niggas up on it
Now we
I was never cool in school
I'm sure you don't remember me
And now it's been 10 years
I'm still wondering who to be
But I'd love to mix in
Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...
You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
see-O-B.'s can't
[parrish smith]
Ah yeah, vacation's over
Suckers still pickin on the four-leaf clover
As I say mic check, epmd's in effect
Snappin necks and cashin
on
You looked and I was gone
The next time you drop on by
No matter hard I cry
Please don't stop in front of me
'Cause your love's no longer sweet
on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
I'ma I'ma put it on her
Day 26
When this one come on
All the ladies gon rush the dance floor
Please believe me, yeah
from a known team
Niggas know me, and you can bet they know Preme
So here we go for your stereo
And you could tell that it's real when you hear me go
eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah).
So peep game, best believe I love my peeps
that's why I make the type of music you can pump in your
to do
So me and crew roll to rascoos we eat
Then we roll down to venice beach
We each got blunts so it's all
Good to go hoodie bang
And a flow and you
See Kris Jenner, I beep twice and I wave
The rest of you boys I blow Keysh right in your face
Pistol by my bed, I'm sleep but I'm awake
For that one
irkin' me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid b- in my beach house
No, I ain't gon' go and act a fool
And be
Aw yeah, vacation's over, sucker's still pickin' on a 4 leaf clover
As I say mic check
EPMD's in effect
Snappin' necks and cashin' large checks, as I
Dig this - when was the last time you seen me
posted up West coasted up and sippin on some Remi?
Believe me - it ain't easy been Deezy (nah it ain't)
you from?
South America
What's that?
South America
You don't look like no South American to me
I'm still from South America
What part?
South
by 4
Believe, if I catch him, bet you the hoe gon' go
See me with (?), you ain't gon' see the hoe no more
They love when I talk that shit
Roll
you from?
South America
What's that?
South America
You don't look like no South American to me
I'm still from South America
What part?
South
me
So when I'm in your neighborhood
You better fuck
‘Cause Rice Cube is crazy as fuck
As I leave, believe I'm moppin'
But when I come back boy
I'm
or contaminated
Turn on your stereo never come radio activated
Deadly and fatal poison the title
My recital hits the parts that are vital
So tune in
I was never cool in school
I'm sure you don't remember me
And now it's been ten years
I'm still wondering who to be
But i love to mix in circles,
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