Lyrics:
We been copped by the rock solid the Rock sovereign
Not gonna drop like the stock market with COVID comin
We know he comin we overcomers he bore
We need the fire instead
When I think of daylight, I think of shit like
Breakfast, morning, birds singin', kids playin'
See where I'm goin'?
That means
(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)
And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)
H-O to the U-S, T-O
(It's just small town feeling and just live in this small town an)
(Like my kids ride dirt bikes and motorcycles)
(And they just go across
Boy, I tell you times they are changing
Some feel faith need rearranging
It's like nothing now stable
The bible quoted like a fable
Books of old
New,
Boy, I tell you times they are changing
Some feel faith need rearranging
It's like nothing now stable
The bible quoted like a fable
Books of old
New,
ALZ112 the strand, all in my blood
Fucking with son you gon catch the heat, end looking orangutan
AJT hit me like fuck with you boy, bro you gotta come
pumping like a junkie's vein
our headlight was the moon above
and the road curled 'round us like a tunnel of love
when the days dragged by like a wounded
us
You boys keep your distance
That old man's just telling you lies
But to all of us kids
Cowboy Bill was a hero
Just as true
As the blue texas
Leaving us all to dust
I'm in my bag
I pledge the lead
As I reign supreme
Mfrs want me to bleed
They hate when you succeed
Cause We be kicking back
Making
tattoos
Do not act rash boy your life is hanging by a thread
You get two strikes on the third filleting you instead
Thunderclap flash, zenny stance
the depth of our sins like
Saved now then we get to heaven, homie by His grace we win twice
We came in this world, spiritually dead, skating on thin ice
best life, we got it right, tight like Christ
Recognize be wise, see what's not seen by regular human beings
Open yourself, out of the ordinary, can you
With an alternative hippie kid from the record label watchin your back
Talkin about, "Mariah Carey's funky,"
Makin the average group buckdance like
some lonely kids
Draped in defiance
Surrounded by violence
Like dare someone try us
Look at my life, it might blind ya
All these tales that define ya
Shackled like an animal for pushing rocks
Dang near choked to death by motorcycle cops
Pepper sprayed and laughed at like that shit was funny
Pregnant
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
Cause then you'll
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
Cause then you'll
would use tech to hunt whales. Sounds like a train or motorcycle the older sounds, the new sounds are made by male whales only. innovative male. waves
be on the same team
Lemme take you back to 06
Black boy with no cliques
Tryna be Found like where's WALL-E
I Felt so sick
Fast track to sixteen
back, the get back, the get back
The get back
The get back, the get back, the get back
The get back
I'm like Nino with the Uzi
Back of the motorcycle
like a lobster
All blacks D's on it, hoes holla
Slidin through your area
Why is they comparin us?
Serious, numbers on my check
Look like a serial
And I
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
Hello, wherever you are
Are you dancing on the dance floor or drinking by the bar?
Tonight we do it big, and shine like stars
We don't give a fuck
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