Lyrics:
Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips
Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition
Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good
But good could be better I
Some nights are better than others
Some night I don’t hid from the sun under the cover
Some days I wanna go find another
Then I realize She ain’t got
off sick days
6 trey, 64 bounce, bitch, bounce
Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House
Patty melt with the hash browns
Tryna avoid all
the trigger
You better pull the trigger
I need some brown
You is so beautiful
all about
Conscious living every day
And 'member, no pum pum given away
From Portmore City to Uptown
Me no specialize if she black or she brown
Tight
vowed to get those motherfuckers one day
They even arrested Bobby Brown and Cool J
Yo, they got their's comin', cos I'm mad and I'm gunnin'
Homeboys,
of huge
Brown clouds!
Who is making those new brown clouds?
Who is making those clouds these days?
Ho is making those new brown clouds?
Better ask
cannot get lay off
Mount a work mi have
Can't even get a day off
Who did waan fi stop mi now dem find out seh dem way off
Alright, and mi seh one by
And daddy always told me do
My dirty by my lonely
Were done but it's not over
We'll start it again
After the end of the day
It keeps getting better
Don't be
like a zac brown song im stuck in cold weather
the speakers cranked up way up loud
Playing George Straight Cash and a little Zac Brown
Yeah Yeah
It's going down in the woods
We ain't got no better place to be
Then you better show me
Come 'on and get to know me
And then you will find that I want you
And feel the same
We ought to be sure I know by now
But
The overtook me down in Juarez Mexico
In the hot joint takin' the pill
There walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
world
No matter what people say we’re good together
At the end of the day it’s gonna be forever
We’re gonna make it all the way for worse or for better
and I still ate it
Let me know why I'm standin' for you, that what she sayin'
Twisted off of brown bombers, can't feel my legs
I heard he was
It's still just me and you
When I hear that Zac Brown tune
It's still our song
Yeah it's still our song
It's still our song
Every time it comes on
I'm
and crank up my tunes
Any Zac Brown song gets me in the mood
I'll be a country man until I'm dead
But still no one ever called me a redneck
And here's
Between The Lines
Written and by Tamir Yechezkel
Arrangement by Ziv Zac, Liran Friedman and Maor Shvartzberg
4 am
early morning
heavy dew
Birds
[Chorus:]
Just another day, selling ice cream in the bay
And fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
Better
You make it better
Better
You make it better
Yea
The day we met
You held out your hand
Pulled me closer and
Became my biggest fan
Oh yea
You
to ack-wild
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think twice
vowed to get those motherfuckers one day
They even arrested Bobby Brown and Cool J
Yo, they got their's comin', cos I'm mad and I'm gunnin'
Homeboys,
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