Lyrics:
you spilled your drink, and then you stepped in it while wiping it
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter
Then your feet stink, cause Dr. Pepper has 23
fists full of middle fingers, I got no time for high fives
Too rich for a drive-by, pay the pilot on my private jet to keep it low and do a fly-by
Take
Live by the icy cold hand of bad intention youth blender
Oh yeah I'll let God warm the bench for now but
I'll ascend to spin y'all dizzy
(and for
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
I was goin through shit but i'm built like teflon
Have to dump a full clip if you tryna get me stepped on
When i got a new bitch, i be gettin hella
veins
Strange people who know me
Peeping from behind every window pane
The girl I used to love
Lives in this yellow house
Yesterday she passed me by
destroyed me
Doctor tell me where it hurts, I don’t even know myself
Blinded by this pain, drowning in my doubt
Can you tell me what is wrong? Cause I don’t
track we makin' here some classic shit
Step up to the plate in the stu', I took a crack at it
Bambino of beats, the Barry Bonds of rap
Ice melting on my
if it sounds live then you know its Devlin
64 bars I might have to spin fire in the booth and you know it's not a thing
Limehouse to the same label
[Dr. dooom]
Yo, fuck octagon!
Don't ask me about that fuckin' shit
Fuckin' ask me about that fuckin' shit again!
I ain't doin' that type of shit
a blue toupee
T'was a normal day
Out of the alley rolled a penguin man
Waddlin' down the street with a cane in his hand
Almost stepped on a lady takin'
to hold this bitch down
Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown
Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you
steppin’
Keep a big Glock on me ready to crack a nigga melon
I grew up with killers, robbers, and felons
Doing shit these niggaz cant do these pussy niggaz
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn
Plus you gotta get yours
By any means it's on again
But you record slangin yayhoo
How the fuck can you win
Back 2 crack I'm all fuckin tried
[Chorus]
"187 don't stop" - [Dr. Dre]
"Cause it's 187" - [Snoop Dogg]
"187 don't stop" - [Dr. Dre]
"'Cause it's 187" - [Snoop Dogg]
Top down,
Now why this man's soul was bleeding
The angel had to understand
So invisible, he stood by him
And then gently touched his hand
Which
to
know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell
Produced by Don Juan
[Intro 2]
Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want
Call the doctor tell him come and fix me for designer I got addiction
Going crazy out when I spent it
Blow the money in a couple minutes
Can somebody
blindfolded
Gave a lady some wrinkle cream out of rat poop
You might just laugh so hard your skull cracks
Brain spills thick blood shooting out like
The microphone doctor black Deepak Chopra
I'm a griot that make you wanna peacock your arm
Every heavy dignitary, pay your me top regards
Boy, I'm three optics
Their conversation gets cut short by a knock on the door, the doctor enters.
Hi Henrik, sorry to interrupt your visiting time, just popping in
Okay, okay
Yeah
And we live tonight
Check it, now
I seen pain, I felt the losses
Attended funerals and seen coffins
21 years old, an angel
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