Lyrics:
music white boy can't hear you
You're weakenin' fast, yo! And I can tell it
Your body's gettin' hot, so, so I can smell it
So don't be mad and don't
, gotta have it (yeah), once I got it, I'ma spend it (yeah)
Then it's back to doing any damn thing just to get it (yeah)
The re-ups be like birthday
have known by now, Eazy does it
From around the way, born in '73
Hardcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obsolete
A nigga with a serious ass
Feel it comin' in the air (yeah)
Hear the screams from everywhere (yeah)
I'm addicted to the thrill (I'm ready)
It's a dangerous love affair
Motherfuckers do you feel me?
I'm a young black brother
So these motherfucker fear me
Now I been called a crook, a killer, thug
A no-good dealer of drugs
I wrote (Wrote)
Be in the big cloud from
The blunts that I smoke (Smoke)
Now I know I ain't living right
But it feels good
Now I know I ain't living
Real quick brother, good to see you
Long live the Rocket, long live the Rocket
How'd y'all, how'd y'all pull it together?
How did we pull it
peeing
I'm a big boy, I can do it by myself, see
I only get naked when the babysitter tells me
She showed me a movie like "Nightmare on Elm Street"
But
really like this girl she bad as fuck, why must I run away?
It feel like self assassination, I can't put this gun away
God damn, what's the plan, not
All Durham And Northumberland
Is Measured Up By My Own Hand
It Was My Fate From Birth
To Make My Mark Upon The Earth...
He Calls Me Charlie Mason
Accompanied by the razors, you know the shit
I make it easy, ain't this bout a bitch?
Move on!
I feel like a phenomenon
Like I'm who these people idolize
And I
billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes, who the fuck cares?
I'm stanky rich, I'mma die
'bout to squab my dogs
Dirt Red gets cream, it's a good scheme
But you know it's all a part of the Corleone team
I squabble, fight, 'cause that's what
or your width?
Diss me boy, I'll hang your balls from a cliff
Wrapped around a slinky, you're a dinky
It's an easy task, to the corner 'cause the curb
just tell you're down.
Come get me, Let's get rowdy
Boy you look so damn good on me.
Back to the wall
I'm -- to the web
When you walked right by
Felt
you're wishing that you had this, oh
Played yourself again, that's tragic
Gave you my heart, baby boy, you should've kept it
Wishing that you had this
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
Friday night {huh huh huh}
Cold chillin' in stereo
We're partying Friday night
"It's Friday night"
And getting all good to go
"Ain't a damn thing
all, pose naked in the camisole (nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)
You got a baby by me, I got a baby by you
Whaddya mean? I'ma always be able to plug you
You
know I get hurt easy
I’m yo’ lil brother, you already know me
But then bitches been makin’ me
Not feel a thing damn though, bruh, shit
You know what it
or rain
And I just wanna let you know I'll always be down
Oh, I, I, I, I just wanna make you feel good
And I just wanna love you like you deserve
You'll
you hookers and hoes know how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
Boy, you a fool if you can't realize what you had
She can't feel you like I can
'Cause I'm a girl that's always standin' by my man
And there's no way,
Is it really sweet to be this lost?
Is it really worth it?
Is it really good to feel that sad?
Will I ever outcome it?
I saw you in my dream,
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