Lyrics:
a dog a bone
I'm still down to sell crack
Out a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow
Like a pimp
Ah
Just do your thing, child
Just do your thing, child
Do your thing
Truth be told, I got the ball on a string
Carried the weight of the world
All the ghettos around the world
Dig this, ghetto Fabulous Joe
Shaggy
All the children sing
I'm a ghetto child
I'm a ghetto child
(Check it, out)
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
wanna be saved (saved by my own grave)
Pray on (pray on my child)
Oh yeah (pray on my child)
I got a home on high (yes, I got a home on high)
I
wanna be saved (saved by my own grave)
Pray on (pray on my child)
Oh yeah (pray on my child)
I got a home on high (yes, I got a home on high)
I
of child
Switch up the style for the crowd
King by 8 but I'm 19 now
Kitsch when try make the rap profound
Rich in the mind but the mind of child
Switch up
Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same
Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it
album
Sike I'm playing
But really what would I be without em
They the future of this earth when I'm not around
I'm thugging by my lonely I ain't hanging
for me yeah
Star child star child
Star child star child
Star child star child
Star child star child
You are stars
You are a Star Child
I'm holding up my
It's crazy out here (uhhhhhhh)
Yo mama I'm tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?)
Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying
Dead men don't need love
I'm not Jesus
I'm not Jesus
Before I'm found dead
Look inside my damned eyes for a last time
Let's fuck outside
album by Chrome, the new artist Chrome
C-H-R-O-M-E, go get it, it's jammin' like a fool (yeah, yeah)
"Straight To The Pros," Chrome, October, 2005 (new
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
rocky
While I'm eating teriyaki
On a plane to Abu Dhabi
A thousand fall by my left
Ten thousand by my right
But I'm alright
I'm a blessed child I'm
birthed the funk one
The D-Day for Dupree and yes I'm funk-ay
I got you bobbing to the funky style
K-Def let 'em know here comes the funky child
[K-Def]
a highway star
I'm a highway star
Oh, yes I am, you mothers
Thank you. That's a new one, taken off Machine Head.
This is a song about...
Sweet child
fail me
And for a grown child, that shit, just wasn't healthy
When the bitches hadn't dealt me, never planned to help me
But now I'm a man, I understand
Oh child, will you ever get by?
Will you listen to things I say?
We don't know the difference from your wrong or right
We'll learn it along
Go, why don't you just go
Go sing
Go do an Afro-Soul album
Like everybody else?
And I was like you don't understand
I'm burning inside
I'm burning
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
conception. This was not, but having our first child Noel, that was pure joy. I'm like anything I ever experienced. And she truly the best gift ever. The wonder
wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white-
I'm the greatest
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha)
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