Lyrics:
ain't gonna take shit
I rather be carried by 6 than judged by 12 getting that cell
Or maybe they gon' gun a nigga down
'Cause they don't wanna see me in
a the way
But my dogs watch heavy while I'm out to play
Fantasizin' while my hips move all in your face
Hopin' I turn around and pull you close, give you
are to face the never-ending cycle
That's who we are
That's what we must be
Spread your wings and dive into the blazing sun
Where is the ceaseless
much tea
Oh I know you'll see me
And make me happier than drifting clouds pushed on swing sets by the breeze.
Oh would you wanna put your trust in me
Here am I. Speak Your words to me Adonai
Your Word Incarnate must be told as you command We must travel land and sea
To spread the truth of God
problems
It's 8pm at home
Really could be anywhere but who would know, oh
So uninspired
All of those albums I struggled to write so
Going out again maybe I
to get it on
I wanna get it now anytime, anywhere
I wanna get in higher res
1080p, now what can be clearer when your vision is blurry
Well, I say
the law
this judge and be hogtied
this uppity plaintive s case
like a dead dog died
day in day out
i cop the le femme lies
but all hail your honor
Baseball bat in my hand
Struck faster than by lightning
Now you should feel some pain
But they know that thick skin is your trait
They say my mistekes can
a big dog, bite don't ball
Hell, you can get it too if I pull your card
(Trick Daddy)
Nigga don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese
You know I'm 'bout my be's
shorty
[Gangsta Boo]
You dealing with some bitches
who like cheese up front (front)
get down on your knees up front
now what you think about that baby
ain't always how it looks and sounds
If your big dog then imma hound
All by myself, all by myself
All by myself smokin loud
This ain't no shake can't
the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big dangerous
busy later, you could, uh, drop by my pad?
Well, I gotta think about that, baby, alright?
But look here, you be cool, alright?
I mean maybe we get
(What the fuck Dell)
I be moving pills and xans
Call me Candyman
I be smoking fat backwoods stuffed with candyland
Pasto by the fucking zip, you
musicians guested on sitcoms and actors made albums. the late eighties was a fantastic time to be ten. and one night i was watching the lost boys with a girl
own yuh
I never really needed help
I had to feed myself
Had to teach myself
Had to clean myself
Had to reach myself
I do feel myself
I can be myself
I
always in the kitchen
Bagin' shit up, there's always something missin'
A nigga that's speeding, bound to have a collision
Bound to be in prison,
blinded by mirth
There's a dog fight in me for all that it's worth
Your blue collar brains delight me
Like a porcelain prize and a hard pill to swallow
I
saw him at the VMAs, told a joke, he never laughed (um)
The rap diablo, "free your mind" my motto
And we all gon' be good if TreeJay ever hit
the youngings how to eat belly of the beast I keep my distance haters be itching gotta pay attention to the homies that witcha the matrix be glitching state your
Crazy time
Whoa (my dogs)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (okay)
Whoa, whoa (yo, yo, yo)
Whoa (yo, yo, yo)
Whoa (yo)
Whoa (yo)
Whoa, whoa
Wild out!
I’ll be the waves on the beach
That you visit in Greece one spring
Ill be the wind in the trees by the house that you build with him
But one thing
play, play by the rules
I'll take a ride, I'll, I'll ride with you
Our hearts are fragile, so, I'll handle yours with care
Handle with care
I'll handle
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