Lyrics:
Tried to walk the way I thought we could
Selfrighteous, all you stress
What was right, what was wrong, let me guess
The thing was never born guess
I've
old school drops on gold feet
Roll sweets wit the bomb in it
Smokin' on bomb spinach
Ride by you wit the 100 spokes spinnin'
No linen, I'm just thugged
need 10 for me to buy drinks at the bar
Ghettos what you are when you think that your fly
And the home girl walks right by
Ghettos what you are
dissed my boy Rodney O)
That's right, Joe, they played us like a damn Nintendo
Didn't take the right info like it was reported
Twisted up my words,
Hello Frank, how're you doing?
Are doing all rigth
Sunday morning blues, you know
Just ain't the best
When you just want to lie down
And have a good
fierce", Man, I'm agasp here
Saddened by acts whose only buzz was gotten from 50 glasses of Pabst beer
Man, I'm stacked like I jacked Sears
After I smack you
Oh, said I get lonely and I
I'm laying by myself
'Cause I know I gotta treat my baby right
into the a.m. and we ain't got no place to be
Right here right now so let me feel your energy let's do it
So run away with it no where to go so stay
[Tech N9ne]
Hey!! Step right up muthfuckas
And get all the pussy you want
This is the place where you can get all types of pussy!!
We got.. Black
work things out
Then maybe you and I getting wild doing it right
(Donald)
You can't tell me who to be, this is how I've been
(Junior)
If you wanna be
meet me at the crib and meet the real me
forget the tv cause the things I do on tv
girl just for the tv
believe me girl I wanna see ya girl
I really
a bothers gotta do for the money
ain't a damn thing funny ‘bout running out of cash
And nothing gonna stop the brother sister team
We be living out our dreams
to kill
Me in my day dreams
I'm looking forward to my nightmares
I fall asleep so I can lie there
See I feel it in the air tonight
So I ain't even trusting
a hot line
Buying all these Rollies
Tryna make up for lost time
Lived a lonely life
It's only right you see a boss shine
We're both from the hood but
You
Sunlight slips right through the blinds that's carefully pulled down
Drive me from my dreamin' and I woke up on the ground
The phone's ringin' by
up, bitch, you ain't goin' my way
No more free rides, that's done, I say
Take court, any sport, I could run all day
Right hand to Sham, I'ma ball my
Back the back cuttes with the similar brake lights
I can't even smoke it if the name of it ain't right
My haze got colors like it's been in a paint
a punch line, I write fucking punch rhymes
I'm gorgous so when I'm performing just leave your girls at home
I'm the best thing to happen to bitches since
President when I'm
Rockin it... rockin it
[Peso]
Well let's get right down to the bottom of things
We're here to get you on the floor with the music we
ain't right.
Ju-Ju-Ju-Ju-Ju-Ju-Ju-Julie Anne like a fool
I ran away ran ran ran ran away.
I'm goin' home today.
And I want to stay there beside you
President when I'm
Rockin it... rockin it
[Peso]
Well let's get right down to the bottom of things
We're here to get you on the floor with the music we
the finish of the people but
it ain't gone finish me
you got them mo hitter quitters
throwin with the main strain
your next hitter quitter
souding like
fuckin' thing
I doubt you can't make it unless you can tap or fall or sing
Now niggaz will be trippin' 'bout the shit I'm 'bout to speak
How can you go
the creeps
Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
They pushed that girl in front
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