Lyrics:
(Intro)
Uh
TCP
Yeah
Yo
(Verse 1 - Willie The Kid)
The cab hit the glass, the ladies laugh
I heard you living off finder fees, I find it fitting
world it's over,
dream time is over
another story comes and goes
lying by your side in the park
can't take my eyes off of you
floating in a tall-grass
sea
the dunkedy-dunk, and it's all night
Yeah baby the dunkedy-dunk and it's all thight
[Chorus]
All we came to do is raise hell and just have fun
You can take
the flag like we new sopranos
Doing thing that ya can’t man
She got her ass in my left hand
Im about to hit it with my best man
Look at the money its
shabbier nights.
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(Stack$)
Yo Baby, what's up?
(Brooke)
I been around him and I know what he's about
Shinin' those fancy things, but its not what he's made out
trudging through your debate
About whether or not to send
Another hundred thousand young men and women
Off
Into the hurricane
No taxation without
free but I was still complaining
The situations worse oh yes it's worse the situation
Would've been better off with a different education
My mother
The Dim Star Liner is moored in the city,
down in the water by the bottom of the 50 storey.
Ropewalk entry for the two-legged cases.
Tear off
have stayed at home
But really it's not your fault
that you have pissed me off
What it comes down to
Is I'm happy to hate you
There's a new band a ska
to feed me poison smiles
And a loaded gun-
D you feel proud now?
What have you won?
You might find that what you do now
Will haunt you later
It's by
wondering how that feels
Late night, stand still
I'm with a hobby and she pop pills
The more I think, the less I say, so fuck it
I'm in too deep, I'm off no
Fuck that's too much
Yeah it's a bit too much
Trinidad say we never left
We're all trapped in cages
We don't want to be ourselves no more
We're all
apples
Sport glocks in flannels with the common vandals
Takin hits off homemade bong with handles
Its a lawless battle as my toughts unravel
Pull my gun
Perfect eecution, last assassination
Murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda mo, murda
(Killa, killa)
I told ya'll I was about to get it crackin'
keepin'
wanting more than to take me for a spin
Its no use telling me you miss me
If you ain't gunna act
And your actions speaking louder since knowing you all
living your design
I know say they don’t know
Don’t know nothing about it they don’t know
Count your blessings forgot your sorrow
See man nobody know
Will she come take my breath,
And knock me off my feet.
As worlds collide,
And souls inside finally meet.
I will love you more,
Than the ocean loves
a while, you'll see through this shiny smile
But honey, by then, I'll have my thumb out in the wind
Off to find another other willing to take me in
I’m black
I’m black
My skin don’t crack
My men don’t rat
I’m saved by grace
No room to brag
I came from rags
I walked in and secured the bag
Ahhh man
by the belt
Trap in ecstasy rolling up
Yeah but the hits on me
Take another blade right after me
There no fucking days you can rattle me
"Forget about
bushes from cops so they don't take you to jail
Then bam, you get caught and get hit with no bail
Got jumped twice by the Bloods before you got to your
baby yo
A hype medium tempo
A vandal, I graffiti papers with ink pens
Slap your rap so take off and stay strapped in
Yeah, I'm comin' back like
Somethin' out of dark ages paintings, smiles can't hide
Think I'll sit back and watch life go by
In about, four sex acts a cheerleader will begin to bleed
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