Lyrics:
they traded with Lucifer
Who's the first to say, the universe is you versus The Great
But you will never win, bow your head and take a knee so he can let
your mind
Once the performance is completed seated in the back
Too cool to throw yo' hands up; I never quite understood
Alla that what you too
your mind
Once the performance is completed seated in the back
Too cool to throw yo' hands up; I never quite understood
Alla that what you too
like Mya as they prize
If you a rider down to ride don't go ghost come ride
Corrupted by these grams so in a instant we go live
We documented on camera
smoke too much, they out ran us
Telletubbies, fuck Tinky Winky
Die mutha fucka, c'mon think quickly
Missed oh shit, when I took a shot
But hey, at least I
You sit and fade into the couch,
trying not to be the grouch
Sleep looking appetizing
You keep yourself awake at night
You try and keep the urge
live.
Show me outside,
Then I pull up fire.
Hocus pocus,
All the ops they gon’ die.
Bitch, you crummy or not,
Yeah, you gotta pick a side.
And I love how
The Arrival
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in,
He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side.
When they catch sight
Ayo
What up
Whats up
What up mama
Turn me up (uh)
She kinda pretty tho
She kinda fresh
My first thought
I need to put this girl in my video
But never
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
He'll snip and clip and never rest
Until your haircut looks its best
(pic of Prairie Dawn-like muppet driving a bus)
The bus driver drives fast
the guy on the couch
I don't get high on my grouch
So I puff on my line and be out
I call my roll dog pick me up
Wit weed lets hit the road dog
You
meanest penis
You never seen this
Big balls today, okay?
Kauft euch alle mal Boote, denn ich muss piseln, Leute
Mit meiner Riesenkeule, größer als die
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Oscar, no wonder muh'fucker I'm a (Grouch)
I work around dirt, eyes focused on turf
You tried to hide before your NexTel chirp!
Blaow gotcha, you the best
cry (cry)
To know that you're gone
Hold on to the memories
Not a day goes by I
Hear a voice saying dry those eyes
'Cause real niggas never die
(So many folds!)
Never sold my soul (Oh God!)
The doghouse cold (Brr)
It's chow time bro (Ah ha)
Take a piss on the road (Woof)
Never chase no bitch
the Grouch (Why)
You stay in the trash
Let me hit let me hit
I wanna hit the blunt before I fuck it up and get it (Yeah)
I never mean to stunt but I do it for
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
flags up, yes sir
You a burr that don't mean you dress fly
A lot of people hittin' on me, mad to see me on
You grouch, Oscar, Academy Award
I can play
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
And spur the dark crippling of swine by nymphos like Circe?
Fine, the Iliad's over, in the Odyssey, they profiting
Blood money, haram bucks like Ilyasova
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