Lyrics:
to vote by saying the
Lesser of two evils is still a choice
Well maybe or maybe not
Niggas rhyming like they got 80 Glocks
You home watching I Love the 80's
Dogg Pound, LA zuu
Shit ain't even real no more
(Ain't nothing stop, don't stop
That's for damn sure)
Holla at my homie Pac and shit
(I heard 2Pac fucked
Once upon a time, in the L.B.C.
On the Eastside, off of 2-1 Street
There lived a young man, Cinderfella's his name
To make it interesting it's me,
S.D.C.A.
These rhythms we make
The West Coast down south
Is where it goes down
S.D.C.A.
These rhythms we make
The West Coast down south
Is where it
Nobody knowing the things I'd be doing
They callin my phone now
Praying to God for people to know
Me for what I do now
Lord I ii Wanna be the one ay
wie Kanye West
Und ich, ah, und ich preach'
Während Rapper sich schlagen wegen Beef (Ja)
Meine Parts geh'n alle viel zu deep (Ah, ah, ah)
Gott, vergib
Ah, me and my nigga 2Pac finna do what we do
Understand this
'Cause it's way understandable
Niggas done changed, man
Niggas done really changed, Rich
his lonely trip out west
Western sky
The miles go by
She'll always get there first
And I'll always arrive
Meet you there
You take care
I love
bottle your air
My mental is rare
I'm conceited
Cannot be defeated
1, 2 1, 2 that's it
That ass deleted
He, mistreated the mic
Rode it hard like
(Killa)
[Chorus: x 2]
At night I think of you (dipset dipset)
I want to be ya lady baby
If ya game is on give me a call boo (Call Me Up)
If ya love
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
Looking through a (lease)
Peer down the way to see if a car's
Comin' by
Walking two by (two)
Look at my new (shoes)
Words can be weird and that's okay
We'll
an AC or windows down
Let's stop by the mall, pick up a thing or two, If you see something you like for free then
Grab it boo
Let's stop by the food court
In and out of rentals two bedroom apartment
2-2 jibs on my expensive garment
Keep a stick in the uni boy's basement
Any altercation business
And He paid for my sin, I'm clean now
Covered by the blood, got the grease out
Grace of the lamb He gon bleed out
And I'm covered by the blood I'm
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
clean shoes on mat
Draw your bow lets play 2, 3
Chorus repeat to end.
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
scrubbing of face and ears....all work done by hand.
And for the frequent dustin' of a small boy's pants
To try to make sure that you led a spotless life.
Got some Kanye's to the West, I don't wanna fuck with you
I don't know who you are, but to me, you were my star
You wanted everything, girl I gave you
West the rap game where words became flesh
A whole pound of herb won't desolve my stress
Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop
Cause Afrikabababa
Yeah
Remix
Yeah, check it out
Brought to you by Blackstreet
It's the remix
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette
Lil' Man, Funky Mama in
Symbols of the ancient ones
To call the seventy two infernal lords
Sneaking the weak wall of deliverance
With your light dwelling the lower
FREE RIDE
Words and Music by Dominic T. Kelly
Just sit back and buckle
Got my world packed up in this pick-up truck
Headed out west gonna make my
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