Lyrics:
from
Desolation Row
Now, Einstein disguised as Robin Hood with
His memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend
A jealous monk
He
not Lou Rawls
Disappeared for a year now I'm back y'all
So Get down with the entrepreneur of funk
Not a sloppy fat punk or a Shaolin Monk
Ain't down
think nothin' of it
Corrupted in the slums where the average hustle for crumbs
Bustin' they guns, we lustin' for funds
[Monk]
Dodgin' dumb-dumbs,
think nothin' of it
Corrupted in the slums where the average hustle for crumbs
Bustin' they guns, we lustin' for funds
[Monk]
Dodgin' dumb-dumbs,
(Jesus)
That woman rode with me like a Harley (Lord)
Visions of my cousin in a cell really scarred me
Movin' to the hood was like signin' up for the army
(Jesus)
That woman rode with me like a Harley (Lord)
Visions of my cousin in a cell really scarred me
Movin' to the hood was like signin' up for the army
out the party (Jesus)
That woman rode with me like a Harley (Lord)
Visions of my cousin in a cell really scarred me
Movin' to the hood was like
out the party (Jesus)
That woman rode with me like a Harley (Lord)
Visions of my cousin in a cell really scarred me
Movin' to the hood was like
on me
Just hating on the game hey
We spinning around the city
We spinning around the hood
We spin money on bitches
We spin there's no excuse
We spinning
Lord dawey strength, Lord dawey good,
Fuck teri luxury, sab rakhan’ hood,
Hathon’ jaawan’ udd, ni main’ hawa vich khud
Hosh da ae kamm par minu naiyo
the rebirth comin' at you this year, baby
It's on, baby
Yeah
To the hood, may this be the day that we pop them bottles
This is mandatory, what if there's
Am I really good enough
Is my reputation hood enough
Do I really give a fuck
Or should I give it up give it up
Am I really good enough
Is my
the roof with a noose
Goddamn it and let the goons loose
Golden monk drunk, how they take pieces of gold?
Shave a nigga face, machete niggas quake
it’s safe ridin’ with yo’ Fam
And get your kids hit
Just left your hood and they
Say that I’m the realest
Bitch, I got yo’ favorite rapper
On my hit
'mount a M&M mi see she pick up
Like a monk she feel mi flick up
She seh Elephant to get di cookin kit up
Oonu tek it back wait a fah she get up
When
Ayy, punk monk
Ayy, yeah
What?
Know your gang, know your gang (what? What?)
Know your gang, know your gang (what? Ayy, what?)
Know your gang,
Disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend
A jealous monk
He looked
So immaculately frightful
saved
Three or more, two thousand four Blazers
Lookin' good, it's all hood, just analyze the maze
Peace, let's mozy and swaze', y'all
Then count real
saved
Three or more, two thousand four Blazers
Lookin' good, it's all hood, just analyze the maze
Peace, let's mozy and swaze', y'all
Then count real
of the trump
Had to hustle hard
To give little mama the monks
Now she runnin down 5th
Like she related to Gump
I'm talking forest
And yes that's the hood where
what you play the boards
Skimmer we got butter so surfaces out
Clever, and I fix it for you, funk time is monk time
Slackers hit the bat, blackest fit my
Let me tell you a story about my hood,
EY!!!!
I am from a hood where cats gets stabbed!!!
EY!!!
I am from a hood where cats gets murdered
EY!!!!
great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
sanity m
M n’e level up n’ebuda level anxiety m
Ka monk
Filling venues up
I’m not here to feel among
Correct me If I’m wrong
But last time I checked
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