Lyrics:
by the boobies, booby trapped
All white Bentley, I call that mama
My life crazy, like Obama's
You talk slick? Well I'm Osama
Bin Laden, I'm
and a hand full of matches
And still weren't found out (Right here)
So from here on out, it's The Chronic II
Starting today and tomorrow's anew
And I'm
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
comin' out, kickin' from the gate
Two-thousand (Two-thousand) 15 million records sold
They broke the mould, but there's others along the road
But we
Yes, yes, y'all
Ah, ah
That's funky
Yeah
Hey yo, Marley, man
Yo, what's up, man?
Hey yo, man
You know
We was getting busy on the album
throat cut
And everything that we took from the warehouse
I heard somebody talking 'bout it at the White House
Man, I thought you said that this job was
a zip lock
From Spazzola to this purest form of Hip Hop
Here's something to advertise, promoter keep the fans satisfied
Load data for the disc drive,
you think I'm runnin here, a chicken coop?"
[Barry White imitator]
Foxy, the word's on the streets from New York to Cali
You're the one
But you gotta
From the album non album tracks
Five minutes to midnight and the mood is right
A lot of wine, a 'lil music, slow dancing by candlelight
Can't you
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
coming from the back seat
But there was no one in the mirror
I got a little nervous
I think I lost my poise
As we crossed the great Atlantic
In Elvis'
of the charts
Take me back
So I'll cry with a limp
Just get by on a limb
Till these blue eyes of mine they are closed
So here's to an old fashioned
transition
Wait
I don't want to be near
My dark intuition
I need you here by my side
My beautiful mystery guide
Wait
Life is a meteor
Let your
on the screen (slide)
'Cause that's the American dream (slide)
Now here go the thing, listen
Hysterical screams, comin' from mothers that buried their kings
at the table, the cork twist
I'm studied like a book by many
They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley
White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
so damn well
While we're sittin' here a thousand miles from home
There's a hole in your wisdom, a hole in your sky
Two holes in your head where
Once there were green fields, kissed by the sun.
Once there were valleys, where rivers used to run.
Once there were blue skies, with white clouds
Smash, so much passion but no compassion
If eyes are the windows to the soul
Then it's, broken glass and there's no trespassing
Alright now here we go
There's a place I know where we all go,
A little way down the road,
It ain't far from here, we like to sit and drink beer,
Play dominoes and tell
Cole World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare package
the corridors of power
Candles burning hour by hour
Still you know that to the victors go the spoils
Such a great responsibility to make it fair
And there must be
From the Album:
* The naked truth
Used to be a young gun
Out on the hard streets
Getting high on crystal
Drinking scotch and smoking weed
Daddy's
the wall, on the ball, his name is D
Kind of tall yes y'all, he's down with me
From the mountain valley to the deep blue sea
The word is heard as told by
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
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