Lyrics:
today for your name
It is written on tunnels and ships
On the streets of New York
And the New Jersey slips
Be proud, sons of Erin, an Irishman he
John
There's a place down by the pawnshop
With the pornos across the street
It's dark and dank and dreary
cnd it ain't no place to meet
But I'll see you
keep it money over bitches
Thugs known to bust on sight
God bless my crazy life, la vida loca homie livin' that thug life
Been raised in violence,
Dogg again
[Snoop Dogg]
G-Dub, that's my bitch, how the fuck she gon' love me?
I love that bitch, why the fuck you gon' leave me?
I'm in the green room
worldwide
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Six in the morning, niggas up at my door
Reached under the pillow for the 44
See, you know it’s
City Smoke
As read by John Vincent
There is a midland city in the heart off air
Open country, a dirty and wonderful city
Nesting dingily in the fog
(Justin with the dub again)
Okay, yeah, ayy
Quando Rondo, nigga
I'ma keep it real on this one, nigga
Uh, uh-huh (okay)
Uh-huh (okay)
Uh-huh
Breaking news comin’ in
Minutely hourly day by day
Breaking news a hit an’ run
Left Mama bleeding in the street
Waving fist angrily
Motolla
Momma always told me "you're one in a million"
Always watch your back, never tangle with Haitian Sicilians
Now I got a record deal "how does it
stayin' true
And it's a legend in H-Town like DJ Screw my candy
Yes my candy is so sweet
Fadin' niggas on these streets
People watch as I ride by
In
talkin' bout a race war
(Get yourself together)
(Open your eyes
Get wise)
(Put your brain in gear)
Race war
People gettin' killed in the street
it's a wrap
Murder these flows like X in a track
Another day gone by with a dub, this an that
You went through my brain, didn't start till it's over
You
(lean wit' it rock wit' it AAAAAAAA!)
we at the Dub on the rooftop (on the roof top)
in Buckhead with some new broads (hey say? what’s your name again?)
Got bagged that the world government tried to dub it
But devils love it
Movie trap raps cover the tracks
Like Ajax
Sharper than cuts laced on hardly
And I would like to play a
Little tune I just composed not so long ago
Ms. Billie Holiday
Byrd?
The music called Jazz
It's roots are in the sounds
intended to watch the football in the afternoon but we'd passed out by then and slept right through it, awaking to find that England had won two-nil. Then we
It began as a regular day in my room,
With a cup of hot black coffee
Sure, I was depressed but I always am
Some people love life, well not me.
But
an actress, ten Golden Globes
But I'ma do it fuck it
I'ma hit and dub it (bap)
She tryna kiss in public
I Goyard the luggage
Nah they don't love us
That's
Your Unbelievable..
Verse 1
Check the method when I constantly flow,
No joke like the pronto, loud so,
John Doe up in his condo in Toronto,
Can hear
and hit
Its just what’s in you nigga
You can pay 150 no refund
And still can’t do shit with it
You can make a 20
Off a dub
If you know how to get it
straight out the mud
Back in 2010 I was sellin' them dubs (woo)
Back in granny crib when the lights was off
We would blame it on the bugs (yeah, yeah)
slide and hit
Its just what in you nigga
You can pay 150 no refund
And still can’t do shit with it
You can make a 20 off a dub
If you know how to get
the nigga with 2 still can serve you
This West Coast flow is different than the East
But it ain't no different in the street
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack
Leave my beef on the streets
You niggas put it in the lab
Niggas write in they phones
They don't put it in the pad
I just body the beats, then I put it in
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