Lyrics:
Slayed are those who fell victim to the bite
A drug controlled substance, contained in a vial
Set up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good
'Cause it's pretty hard to find a good man
Who gives a god damn...
When he's treated like Job by the powers that be
What are the rest of us fucks
I want people to know that
Don't
Don't support the phonies
Support the real
You know what i mean
How can these people be talking bout how they so
Steady Steady Now
Everywhere I be around
Seen by many
Word to Steve Buscemi
Googly eyeing the style
Front of the deli
Smoking weed
Looking like them niggas
to be up by the bar cuz its easy, now come with me
shorty's looking sexy, yes indeed,
she's comin' home with me
[Cuban Link]
(verse one)
me and thugs up
every day of the week
You never could be a better playa than me
Even if you rolled in luxury
I know you sport-coatin' that top notch freak
You never could
ancestors was raped by somebody white
I'm black so I like to sing, dance and crack jokes
Eat good food and be around black folks
I'm black so I like
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
I'm so grateful to nature for this sweet euphoria
Feeling irie
Mmm I'm feeling good
Bob Marley know it all along
And willing grow it all along
They
Smoking on that good kush I be feeling super smooth
I can tell by looking I'm the highest in the room
I don't see my demons must've left 'em all in
Cause You've been sport hurt
You're been hurt by friends
But does that mean you cut off every friend up to the end
Does that mean you won't play any sport
Like universe is linked, like Bob Marley wanted or knew
We are brave when needed,
but prefer to be soft and friendly, indeed
Actually we have never
it on a daily
Every quarter of the year
It still gon' be my season
Getting money by the minute
And I'm Posted in the kitchen
Jamie Olivier
You know
A woman on the radio talks about revolution
when it's already passed her by
but Bob Dylan didn't have this to sing about
you know it feels good to be
killing him
Before his time
Like Bob he had to quit the booze
Conflicted he couldn't choose
Between a good time and saving his life
Would life
Juro - Thot Phatty (Produced by Infinitee)
De lo Mio.
Que lo Que.
Yo!
[Chorus - Juro]
Thot Phatty, Your body
Mighty a hot like a tamale,
Lotti
Bolton
32 years
600 miles from his home
Died in his car
On the 12th of July
Cause of his death still unknown
Seems to be a good season
For a summer cold
with hoes, nigga, get you one
If player-hatin' was a sport you would be number one
If that pussy good it's gon' sell itself
If that dope A1 then
It doesn't take long for the nightmarish news
To sweep the world like a shock wave
The mighty Man of Steel, once the super champion, admired by
away.
This time of the year is spent in good cheer,
And neighbours together do meet,
To sit by the fire, with friendly desire,
Each other in love
Bad bitch, she got them thick, nice thighs
Can't touch her cause she only reside in my mind
I change the game by music how i provide
She smell so good
imma chase
Beat it up good kick her out of my place
Hop in the whip then I throw it in sport
Geeked off these drugs you could say I'm a dork
Money tall
my best
I wanna be a good sport, but can't get past extracurriculars
I don't think you know or realize what you did to me
I was so caught in your
the fifth grade
But I'm too gone, young'n be clear
Even when you see me, I am not really there
And I ain't play fair wit' my eye on the enemy
Huggin'
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