Lyrics:
moves
Took the hard route on the fast lane
Bitch went to Yale she give good brain
45 cocked by the pork chops
J's on the porch when the dope lock
Post in the shade
Smoking a J
The breeze feeling great yuh
The ocean and waves
Filtered through my shades
Thank God for the day yuh
I got my life
the other clan's gone?
SCO19, we're on top
Can't overtake us, we got lots
Head down the base and you'll get lost
Fall down into the marsh and the moss
Fall
no good friends
These poor women sit around all day and moan
Wondering why their wandering papa's don't come home
But wild women don't worry, wild
on the way up,
Gonna ride around by my regular conveyance,
05 sauce, shout out J Prout and Vega,
We were up in Mi Casa with Cheech and Fatal,
But lately these
light me
Real loud no polite trees
I aint come here to sight see
I been out working all day
Now I'm kicked back with a long j
Listen,
I don't discriminate
on my heart, it weighs heavy, it hurt
Hope you see my good intentions for whatever it's worth
No self convictions when I mention my intentions in verse
the ginger them amen G Aaron no1 i promise to give my fans good music Amen i pray for good life every day suffer no good nobody like suffer amen
This life na
(dialogue)
Rollin down the freeway
Smoke fillin my lungs
Wak-n-bakin' the J
My day had just begun
Reminicin on where I came where I started from
Like Isabelle Adjani,
She glides by upon,
A bank of violets,
with those eyes,
That see it all,
And then she smiles...
Like a bee with honeyed thighs,
Here I am another day's gone by
The sun's asleep and the moon is shy
My hands are cold and my mouth is dry
And I'm wide awake
Though I could've saved
leavin em see through
Call me a bird den she mean a eagle
She call me a villian I'm evil knievel
Up to no good cause it's something illegal
Fuck on that
She goes by Crazy Alice, old J.R. is her squeeze
On and off high school sweethearts
It's been about twelve years since that graduation day
They'll
everything
A friend of mine told me he saw you the other day
Said you was still looking good
Heh, made me feel kind of good, you know
Told me, told me that you
musique était vraiment bonne. I miss those days. I hope this time comes back.
Oh ! Attend attend, écoute-moi !
C’était mieux avant, j’avoue tu me crois,
up
I lost
Yea I did
Like moss
I'd grow
With no intentions
No dreams
No desire
Just me
Look around
Who you wanna be
I wanna rap
I wanna write
I wanna
it's my last day
Fuck like it's my last day (yes sir)
Fuck boys wanna blast me (Juicy J)
This might be your last day (Joe Budden let's get it)
But it
are not just art for Michelangclo to carve
He can't rewrite the agro of my furied heart
I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris, cold
J'veux pas mourir tout
xtra-large
Let 'em have it
Went out the house I think it was a Sunday
Nigga was runnin' with drop top drop havin' a fun-day
Kickin' it with my niggas
Alumnai condense
I won buy paper gallon ga rawa
Opor o scatter
Opor ye
Oshamo
Wan da mo
Eko
Alumnai dey ball hard
By the way we dey work hard
I get
Such a head rush until the day the feds rush
That's when you niggas wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink ships
Fast
Little shorty hood, a little nigga no good
My twenty-five weighs a ton so run
I'm cockin back on your black ass be and it's like that
ahead of MC's
Get fueled up by light beer and good trees
Helps with brewing up my thoughts
So when I'm moving shit across the border
Feel like Randy Moss
the day, that's just to get by
Took a ten out the bank, that's just to get fly
Seeking revenge 'cause it ain't nice when the kid cry
Every day, another kid
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