Lyrics:
and you'll get smoked and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The same records that you makin' is payin' me
Motherfuck Dre,
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
a van
Driven by an elder gentlemen who cuts right in front of me
From now on that's all I see
(instrumental)
Chorus
Its a nine hour drive from me
But death is turning, so definite, wait!
They got me all hooked up to some machine
I love you, Bean, didn't want you to know I was struggling
Feels
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
sure this album portrayed that exactly
The things I say on this record are not meant to be taken by ear - I wanted you to Actually share some
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
a posthumous album
And a life insurance policy?
Spotify
A dollar's worth what a dollar buy, go monetize
I wish that you were lying to me
Oh yes, I do,
puff puff dib I need to live please pass that
as we zone shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world let me drop you home let's go
by the way
Do you think you are worth my time
You know the shit has value
Tell me how I spend it
Do you think you are worth my time
Serotonin by the hour
Tell
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
shots
Don Julio got me loaded, don't think I'm not
Go mob on niggas, mob figures, mob triggers
Don't get your punk ass killed on Instagram Live, nigga
(Where are you?)
Oh-oh
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
Oh-oh (The Divine Feminine)
(The Divine Feminine) Oh
Am I supposed to?
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*taken from the album entitled "The Vegetarians of Love"
Written by Bob Geldof
For those of you leaving to join a hunt
The name of this album is "back to front"
And those of you staying
The whole way through
The name of this
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
okay, but I'm not fine at all
Oh, oh, oh
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
torture your brains
By thinking how far
Then lean on me and I'll pull down that bar
Refrein:
Oh, something gotta hold on me
That's why I'm movin'on so
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
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