Lyrics:
(No doubt, man)
I'm holdin', you holdin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yo, let's ride, nigga, yo
Come on, yo, we goin' to the mess hall with this shit
(Fuck
to be your lover, ain't no liar
Rosalita, you're my stone desire, alright
Now, I know your mama, she don't like me, 'cause I play in a rock and roll
world
Man this shit absurd
Yea fuck what you heard
We been living in a cage man
Living like birds
I been living in a haze
Why my vision so blurred
I
used to spit with man like
Back in the days in Jungle (Junglers)
And I used to have you on your toes like
You weren't really ready for me
But then
to keep the peace
Ima beat it and eat it like ive been cooking groceries
And ill film it one copy it went straight to dvd
I know you want to see it we
You too hype right now, it ain't that deep
Man, whatever, man, just let me hit that Jack
We'll be at UMG in like twenty minutes
Well, good thing I
a
Stain on the feet a talk down I guarantee you
Face be in that dirt like a damn ant eater
We stack mail with no envelopes
Wallet is so obese and obtuse is
dispear, hey
Ayatollah, Idi Amin, Mennelek, man a Masai Warrior, dispear, eh
Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya, this spear
Like burning
one block, eatin' out of one pot
We coming like Rambo, who's really on stuff?
Homeless Columbo, sitting by the bus stop
Let a couple man go. show man
the system
And it's all right
And if you need to cry, you've got my permission
You can do anything in the world if you listen
Like a young man
Sit down
But they wrong for it D.C. no hooges I'm on first
We on a world tour Wale your man hustlin' in each
And every ghetto with the mic in my hand
New
fell in love in the back of a cop car (oh)
Oh, and you were like (oh)
Side by side
And locked in tight
They were taking their time
But we didn't
please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
(x4)
(Project Pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up
time man.
No Phantom of the Opera, not for me,
I like Coney Island by the sea.
French fries at Nathan's, not Grenouille.
You're gonna see
When it kick you like Van Damme
Diss me out a East and me buck you over Boston
Head a buss like gas pan
Bullet with gunpowder, no Lasco, no lass man
me
And he knows that I'm coming' for him and I just can't rest till I find
That raven black stallion that wears no man's brand with a wild restless
my glass and shout shanghai
My drummer friend comes shooting by
He said Errol Flynn will never die
Oh no! Who am I to question why?
And are you
that
Man, yes I did!
No, you didn't
I'm a grown ass man, what? I'ma lie to you? I'ma lie?
Alright, maybe I just thought it, but damn, she was
the whole world talkin'
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
Prophesize if we living, I
Promise momma not to feel no lie
Seen black turn 'em Burgundy
Hundred of them, I know I'm greedy
Stuck inside the belly
Riders on the storm riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan riders
fall like rain?
My love is so bountiful
For a man, who is true to me
For a man who can follow his heart
Not get bound by his boys and his chains
like us)
(To be the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin' doubt)
We must fight, for brother Mumia
We
Taylor, I hate moving slow
Got Villains them wildin (Kyea)
Put opp in a bag, like we shopping
No brakes a whip, how the Villain man stopping
(Nonstop)
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