Lyrics:
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I'll visit Lisbon (Portugal)
Mama said
I never listen (never)
Mama know
That HT glisten (always)
I'm a man
I love emissions
See the fumes
I'm
a gang and I'm in it
My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute
With a right left, right left, you toothless
And then you say: "Goddamn, they ruthless!"
with me in yon green woods
No danger need you fear
Oh it's six long weeks or better
Since Johnny left the shore
He's crossing the wild ocean
amarach?" ("Where are we marching tomorrow?")
[Chorus - Iold¡nach:]
A shield with an iron face gapes towards the sky,
The death of a man is never going
Welcome to the Cape flats
Where gang rivalry connects
Where our females are marching with hashtag am I next
In the beautiful city its God given yeah
to a restaurant with 3 friends; one sits upfront
And says "I like being driven by a handsome man". The model said
"We're in good hands"
Take you all over this town
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
trappin'
And I spent the evening nappin' with her head upon my chest
Then the roar come from a door six foot four maybe more
He stood standin' there
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
Remind me of '87 when
Niggas was playing with blocks like little kids and
Even though we men we still big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, four
to the Porsche's with the wides on it
'Fore you snitches bitch, you better put your lives on it
Get you twisted by the ? with them wires on it
I get my money
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
a
Waterfall
Falling
Deep
Let the waves
Catch his fall
Birds blowing
Ray Florets
The fate
Of a man
With no
Regrets
He
Came
With the
Waterfall
He watched
Space and time keep us apart.
You've been gone six weeks.
The voice in my head shrieks.
Too long with aching in my heart.
You are so far away.
A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
Made
the hell are those papers to sign?"
And the man broke down
In a private room Danny's mother wept
As an old Jamaican woman swept
And not by chance their
taller children, that's all
After all
Man is an obstacle
Sad as a clown
Oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing
And he won't let you down
Oh by
the same one I dreamed about, the same one I'm stuntin' in
In the 6-2, almost 26
And every nigga that I'm with got a zip
I look at this shit as one big table
nosedive
With the crew, we be slick
Slipping by with what we came here to do
All the other guys try, man
I'm just letting loose
Never been good at that
heard
As they march by that billabong
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Oh time is like a soldier
Marching in and out of line
Left alone and far behind
Ooo it ain't what they sold ya
Bullets wasted in the gun
Step by
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro
where white folks ain't want us to eat
At the tender age of six she was arrested for the sit-ins
And with that in my blood I was born to be different
tears and spilling whiskey on the floor
Such a shame that it's so hard for me to tell the truth to you
But by now you know the kind of man I am
So don't
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