Lyrics:
you hard cause you in the club nigga the vets ass
All flint hoes the same just pick the best trash
I treat the rap game serious like its gym class
I got
cycles occur
Where memory can go
There, where the ancient rest
Graves covered by brambles
In a heroic atmosphere
The swords of ancient heroes
Now are
diggin' it
Body on baby so igggg-a-nent
I wanna borrow you
But I'll have you back home by tomorrow boo
Eloquent, delicate
You da subject, I'm ya predicate
Shawty snap
Ah ho yea
Snap ya fingaz do ya step you can do it by yaself
Play pal what up
Excuse me but this
Verse has not been russel simmons
meet
I had to go back home, I seen too many niggas die in a week
I give my dogs black wealth, let 'em live well
What a miracle we dreamed a million
You can run but you won't get very far
Maybe end up in someone else's backyard
Baby I'm leaving home tonight
I don't expect that I'll ever come back
of class
Instead of singin bout bombs
Like a dumb ass
Land of the free
Home of the brave
And hell with us nigas we slaves
That shoulda been the last line
of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
You're just a fucking cow following every word I say
I'm just a fucking cow following every word they say
From the back of my mind to the corners
Ballin in the gym
Shoot above the rim
Cant block my shot
I ain't talking bout no basketball
So when yo hoe called I shot
Rock the boat
When i go
Side by side, pagan pride Drive them back, heathen attack On the run, christian scum This is our land, victory at hand Chase them down just like hounds
beat
Settled in the mainland ghetto by the sand trap
Rocked to a handclap until I got my band back
Thoughts came thick in a ball of confusion
A wall
back now
You told your boyfriend that you're back now
I wish that you told him
That you weren't home just yet
Saw you in class the other day
Holding
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock
Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest restaurant
Buy
impressed by lame dudes with no game
They're all the same, tryin' to get your instant messenger name
But the fact that you're hittin' me back made me smile
impressed by lame dudes with no game
They're all the same trying to get your instant messenger name
But the fact you hit me back made me smile
You must
it's time that I'm coming home, coming home
See you on a taller
I've been on a hallow, I've been on a hallow back
See it on a caller
Said that imma
They're rolling out big plans today
Passing laws that change what you can say
And at home we're fighting in the streets
over politics and the way
be falling for no ho
Tryna make it on The Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go
Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner
By the U-G-L-Y corner
the class, I have to go back now
Trichotillomania, I think I'mma lash out
I can't even sleep cuz I think about death
And I'm backed out by my thoughts (Brian)
bottle
You in a class by yourself all dem chicks follow
[Chorus]
If it's a boy
His swagger ditty bopping gone be just like mine,
And if it's a girl
Gym class doing dirty like rugby
Blood stains in the mirror looking ugly
I can feel no remorse
Me and my boys
c jab to the face made him dougie
cint
she likes to cook rice so she likes me home
I'm like, "Un momento" mami, slow up your tempo
I got this black chick, she don't know how to act
Always
who've really lost the fight
[Can't we all just play by the rules?]
You think you're standing tall, when you're lying on your back
Nothing left to give,
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