Lyrics:
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And don't worry 'bout a damn thang (and don't worry 'bout a damn thang)
(It feels good, yeah) it feels good to you (good to you)
Let me see how
Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise
Aw shit, yeah
Y'all ready to get this shit started or what?
Aight, well, I brought some friends with me too
Meet Eddie, 23 years old
Fed up with life (damn)
And the way things are going (I'm going fucking insane)
He decides to rob a liquor store (I gotta
Meet Eddie, 23 years old
Fed up with life (damn)
And the way things are going (I'm going fucking insane)
He decides to rob a liquor store (I gotta
Waking up and wanting more
I hope my Mama understands
When I strike up the band
Well I spit out my anger as the sweat do fly
Fifteen years of paying
long years of rock and roll should show you where I am
But you heard all this before hand, about the things that I don't do
We're gonna make it by this
niggas (word up)
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
Uh
(Ten)
I've been in this game for years, it made me an animal
It's rules
niggas (word up)
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
Uh
(Ten)
I've been in this game for years, it made me an animal
It's rules
i miss ya this thug gonna miss ya til i'm wit cha'
it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
both
is well" I'm high as hell
I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin'
Lay your nuts on the dresser
is well" I'm high as hell
I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin'
Lay your nuts on the dresser
Fausman
Good to see you sir. You want Mr. John Cash, don't ya
Sorta like to, yes. Johnny
Johnny a little memento from Folsom prison.
Like a cuddle up
We'll
all day
Eff em up all day
Like a nympho, I been dope since s curl waves
Trying to convince hoes I got good hair
Knowing damn well there's chemicals
Ha, and now they look up to us like towers for rhyming like we had super powers
They should've never let us in these offices
Knowing good and God-damn
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
Southbound jericho parkway
Is what you call a one-way street.
At 7.20, Monday after New Year,
Mister Henry Johnson leaned against the pedal
Aimed his
Ever since I put the hoe in my touch, now this bitch won't even spare me the rod.
[Chorus]
7 years now it's all over, now hold on goin' gotta feel
in his own way
They were pilgrims that made
A good life the hard way
Felipe lost his first wife in 1943
7 growing children and desperately in
bitch"
Ah, yes you are ho
So quit frontin' like ya don't know,
When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino
"What's up?"
So get a good
nigga, ayy
An imaginary rich nigga, ayy
Seven figures hold that slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
Goin' digital and physical on all y'all, ayy
Bunch
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
his nose
And Daddy's only happy when he's wearing Mama's pantyhose, yeah
I just lost my job to a God damn robot (Good times!)
Then my dog got in
through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin'
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