Lyrics:
speak up on cases
Mind racing, zoom out to Jamaica when we switch locations
Time taken, farm house by the lake house, when I'm not okay now
Pushing
Left my pistol at the house
I told my bitch
To turn the whip around
I keep it on my hip
An extra clip
This bitch is 30 rounds
Really hard to smile
I cant have the chemicals/
I need something to control/
Round and round and round we go/
At the Fun House, I can never tell what's real/
Break
System pumped by four Jeeps, runnin like a convoy
Roll to the park, kinda crowded, what a scene
Pullin up with Jodeci blastin out the fifteen
So I
different and he knew it.
He often told me when I was born an angel flew over
my bed and christened me with a magic wand and said
"You shall be the one."
I got crossed by my homie that's closer than kin
I took a loss, go with my heart, I bet I won't again, no
On everything, money bring problems
But
Wild faith can't be tamed
It ain't house broke, it sure ain't safe
But believe me, oh, believe me
Wild faith is the better way
Wild faith don't
Hope my mom's asleep, by the time I come around
Another rave, another adventure
Before we both know it, it's December
It might be cold, but we're still
Ouu woah
Oh
Ouu woah
Ouu woah
Oh
Casamigos in my cup got me moving slow-mo
By the way this bitch give head should have knew she was a hoe
I was
Outside a waitress serving tables
Wonders when she will be able to move
Back to San Francisco, as the
House starts playing disco
By the park the music's
down on his box, Jack boldly
Declared,Let there be House! And House music was born.
I am, you see. I am the creator. And this is my House.
And in my
might be rippin', nobody else is rippin'
Peace to the homies, fuck them niggas that be trippin'
Poison Clan niggas in the house, don't fuck around
You can have your buildings and your arithmetic
I don't need no crowded streets or city slicker tricks
I just need to be some place where I can
Day by day same ole' story
Same ole' life starts to get boring
Always working, always strained
Gotta be quick cause I can't be late
Always moving in
dey under
Real soon the world go discover
Now i wanna be
Young young wild and free
There's so much in life to see
Young young wild and free
Chop life
in drilling
Damn shame, be leaving them in they feelings
Got multiple niggas building brick houses, so Tempur-Pedic
How it be siting, heavyweight, she
manslaughter by decree
Thirty years at maximum, but soon Claude would break free.
There's two sides two this story, there may be no right or wrong,
Let's drink to Isabella
In a room full of repairs
Covering the bruises and scratches
From the wild and restless years
By the time those glasses reach
Red's gone wild
Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six
I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet-proof shit
Gilla nigga, and we abide by
And Carnage I will hold you in contempt of court if you do not abide by the rules
Venom
Carnage
What rules drive wild when I play my tunes
When I play my tunes
raincoats. The storm it be lasting so long like summer vacation when I was a child, my mother she told me these niggas are wild. They be against you but greet
to choose
Our ability to choose who we are and who we are supposed to be
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I was Born to reign
Point Blank
My name to be etched in stone
My
a rap, ain't no quick flows.
I'm a California nigga, born and bred.
Got a wild imagination when I'm on the bed.
I love my woman, I love her girlfriend
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
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