Lyrics:
But I can't hold back because I'm rushed
With this thing called passion
[Chorus:]
You've got me knocked out turn me inside out
It's you that makes
gangsta shit?
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E
So fresh, so clean, back with Stankonia, Dungeon
properly i do it
I do it, done it
Run it like I grown legs by the hundreds
My pocket full of hundreds, I'm always hungry
Been hungry
I think a nigga need
I stay (ha ha, ha ha)
The B-to-the-R-to-the-O-the-O-K
Place where I rest is on my born day, bust it
Sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch
(echoes)...
Will:
Big Will for the Y2K, ugh
Verse One:
Feel the Earth tremble, see the skies turn red
Eclipses, shooting stars, turn ya head
Volcanoes
Never trust a bitch who finds love in a camera
She will fuck you, then turn around and fuck a janitor
Set the parameters
You either with the pro
back, keep it smooth Marvin Gaye-ay-way
Shit bangin harder than my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay
Never cuse those who player hay-ay-ate
Eventually y'all will come
phone
K your way nwanyị ọma it is my Turn to take the lead
I do my things low key brother Man I feel the breeze
Who dey there abulo for me abolo
Ko
and unwind
Whenever I turn my boombox on
Welcome to my world
Back when Martin was the shit and rocking
Bottles of Saint Ides
K was like nah, a young buck
used to stay one 29th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street form Calumet a school full of stones
He nicknamed me K
Verse 1 (Scarface)
Up early in the morning,
Waken by the sound of my cell phone,
Donny hathaway singing on the ringtone.
Was a homie that I went
“K K” By Ki’Shana Livingston Performing as Kiwi Sweet Featuring Kash Kyla
Thought you was my homie you disown me you turn rattlesnake
Thought you
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote
因为在地下拼过命
（Know what I mean？）
请叫我Margiela·李·Celine
（清醒）
像得了发情的病
出品些垃圾的Sh*t
水平都拉低了“顶”
我放的是Hip-Hop
把裤子拉低了听
Ya Digg？
TURN THE F**K UP！
TURN THE F**K UP！
YOU
the same And I know life's O.K. When I see you again Now the fears are gone As life goes by You didn't see that band Don't look back and wonder why Or kiss
Smoke somethin', bitch
U-G-K, hold up, talkin' bout, uh
Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
Made myself a ghetto star
On the slab,
outta line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa!
Guess who's bizack?
The boy B. Mizack, a.k.a. Mr. Crack-A-Brick
Turn a whole one from a half a brick,
Ayo, D Smoke
Man, why don't you represent the 'Wood one time, could you please?
Supa Good Smi-doke
D-S-M-O-K-E, bitch, it's official
I got
weed
Drive-bys every day
Wonder what's goin' on
Here outside wit my muthafuckin' A.K.
Woah, what I'm gonna do when it's cold outside?
Ha, oh, woah
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
turn into a pep rally
Say she's from the hood but she live inside in the Valley now
Vacay'd in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali, mmm
Got your girl
We gonna turn it up
Bright like a K.C. light
We gonna kill it
We gonna feel it
Till the stars fade out of sight
Full throttle, tipping back
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