Lyrics:
something ‘bout a river
And how I’m drowning in it sober, sober
Well if I could go back again
I’d stop the river from closing in on baby on
You won’t
van, I'm selling fire doing tricks
Selling dope by the pot, straight drop it's all there
Yeah I just ran through the bag it's all there
Pull up if
"Oh my"
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why
I dip through in that six-trey, like "Sick 'em, Dre"
I'm an itch that they can't
Still I feel I'm bein' used
Ain't a damn thing changed
I'm an outlaw
Bad Leroy Brown
The only Cool Hand Luke left in this town
I get my lovin'
public if you got something to say to me
I ain't from Toronto but I'm steady with a drake on me
Horses in my hood got me racing on my derby shit
Hoes ain't
Racia, that's Short Dog's ho
I've been fucking since '84
And in the '90 that bitch is tore
I'm straight macking that bitch
But don't trip 'cause she'll
A teenage boy in a rented tux
Reaching out a trembling hand
To a pretty young girl in a satin dress
Asking her to dance
Steps, some big, some small
butt naked, shake that ass bitch
I'm bout as real as the stones in my diamond rings
You can hate my guts, but I'm gone do these things, bitch
Ah why
behind the man gettin' paid behind the man
I hold the rocket stop the hand in my pocket
Two hundred a pair but I'm addicted to the gear
They'll make me
the countdown Zack, yeah
Keep goin' man, keep goin', you ready?
One, fun
Two, you
Three, me
Four, more
Five, no jive
Six, no tricks
Seven, we in heaven
on the harbour front
An urban planner's delight
Though I get confused by the signals I will understand in time
They're gentrifying the west end
With fancy places
I'm waiting on you just to call home
I'm going places that you want go
How you end up in a city that you don't know
Girl, we so far from Toronto
down long ago
Is a bell ringing in my head?
I remember you once said
"It's just a trick of lightning, Michelle
Tripping over power lines"
I'm
of nails
Word to ?Jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails
I'm not a warrior or barbarian type of nigga
I'm just quick to smoke your family then
playing tricks with my head
I work like a dog on the job every day
I'm trying make some money so I can go and play
In the night time
That's the right
these, snips and snails and puppy dog tails huh?
You're messing with me, I'm messing with you, I'm a dog trick
I chase cats like Peppy La Pu, dead
in Sicily
High up in a condo
We can see the pyramids so we fly out to Cairo
We can go around the world
The only thing that I know is that I need you by
than a block of ice, yeah
Toronto Supporting
G and SJ popped off tonight, yeah
Gem Cutter Recordings
Using my spot for the good
Explaining the evil in
collide
Your twice as hot
Wet through
The new extras
Get you by in life
High on life
I wonder what
Life would be like
If no more
Women were dykes
in a laser plane
You always know which trick to pull
Just as I'm driving deep down again
Your love is always so theatrical
My performance better
Half an Ativan, I'm drivin' straight at a van
In a black sedan, fast as I can
In Pakistan gettin' chased by a pack of Stans
You know how I roll, bitch
now I'm sick and simply rich, grippin' wood and flippin' chrome
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game
Wrote a letter this mornin'
Put it in your hat
'Cause there's no one to read it
And I know you knew that
I bought a joke, a trick or two
Just
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But they understand
Execute porn
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