Lyrics:
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
Whip push to start no keys
Get green guacamole
Now they saying that they know me
Take when I get lonely
Pour up a 4 of dreams
I get money now I feel
Bang bang same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
[Slick Rick]
But I'm his Royal Slickness
was so much to see
Now how was I to know
That you’d see something shiny and leave
Black the windows out
I should have locked you up and kept the key
spell
To keep her Heart closed
All apart from Love
To swallow her words
And her Music with the secret
The Key
A Juglar Boy came out from the Pit
Down from
the elderly
Yak when we drive, like we rollin' fuckin' felony
Trap to survive, get the buck, sellin' keys, it's hard to get by
That's why we puff hella weed
sleep
I pile my rhymes by the heap on cassettes, Lp's, cd's and 12 inches
Perform the shit and get the girl like pinches
With good intentions, the key
chains
Locked up no key
No key
No key
Dreams
Dreams
Dreams
Dreams
Dreams
Dreams
Dreams
Dreams
In my dreams
I got my team on my back
Got my fans by my
Riding north on Interstate 75
With a nervous fading beauty sitting by his side
And the pistol that he used to pave the way
Down the long black
and if you want it, it's yours
Dad told me to put the bad vibes on pause
And trust me, that's the key for the door
To become a top boy likkle more
Now, Chris Rock, where you at?
I heard you say some shit about some blacks,
Nigga, this been your ass back.
Come see the real deal.
Stay in
new bars
Influenced by many but I'm a whole new star, yeah
There's levels to this but I'm a whole new floor
They talkin' keys to success but I'm
fingers through my hair
Redbones to black bones, dark bones to redbones
Skinny girls come a dime a dozen
But I play hoes like Plenty Lenny 'cause I get
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in
Jumped ahead like June something
Still I'm wheeling that Maybach
Tom Ford with my braids back
Tom Ford and my shades black
Dope boy with a cape
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Choppers on choppers on choppers
On choppers on choppers)
YSL, slatt, slime, you dig, slime, choppers
Jeffery (Wheezy Beats)
Boy
Making ground or so it seems heard the black taxi has left without me
call option x, nah I'll sit here and listen to a tape by FEAR
Lie about things create
to get heard
The uncut give it to niggas raw gets absorb
Why is it that every black brother talks the slang
Why is it that slang determines if a brother
Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit
But a hundred bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint
This Hot Boy click laid back and spy
to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Nona Gaye:
Oh my father, father
We don't need to escalate
Backstreet Boys:
You see war is not the answer
disrespect me black his eye, that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowin' circles in the air, of that purple
Ima boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make
Christians hate it
Even the black folk hate to see another nigga made it
Tell all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper 'cause
Black as the serpent that spoils the fruit
And white as the coat that is meant to be throned
The will of the condemned will blacken your eyes
Until
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