Lyrics:
in a motel
Unpacked and I grab the three-eighty
'Cause where we stayin, n****z look shady
But they can't fade South Central
'Cause bustin
sneakers, I signed my first skater
So you can pay three and buy yourself some Bapestas
Bulletproof under t-shirts because they hate us
Do like Snoop say
And the newsboy screams midday now
And the seventy three drives by you
And the seventy three drives by you
And the
News
Boy
Screams
Midday
The seventy three
player hatin' me
I den been a lot of places, I strapped around
But I never found a town like Uptown
Out, lounge all day, smoke weed by the pound
I cruise
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
In a world full of haters stands a single group
Who clearly separate themselves from the rest
These 3 men scale the ends
(FRE3, FRE3) (R14)
I mean let's be honest
Some of the lyrics, some of the words
In drill music are pretty horrific
Aren't they? You know, I put Rambo
Not 2 it's 3
You, me and G O D
Shooting my shot like C O D
Got my head spinning like a DVD
Silver lining like from a silver screen
Way too hot like I
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn,
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
the wine
slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Oooh!
We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God
She reminds me of a chess game with someone I admire
Or a picnic in the rain after a prairie fire
You're layin there, lookin at her photo in frame
And you're chirpin like a bird while you're singin her name
You call her every night, then you're off by
saccharine
I'm a go between
Save me, save me
Baby, baby sugar me
Gotta get my candy free
Sugar me by day
Sugar me my baby, baby sugar me
Gotta
Getting triple-teamed by three punk white detectives.
I'm coughing up blood, holdin on my ribs
For every hit I'm thinkin bout killin all they kids
One
Got to ride in my heart,
See 'em goin' down
Killed up by the ball front,
Shoot a jamboree,
Just a cold 'nother day,
Like a memory,
Just
on the planet, remain in poisonous warfare
Derelict Arabic terrorists in the air
Shit arrogant apparent to punish people by their heritage,
Nato barriers, Hate
other uh huh (uh huh)
[Nas]
Phase one we meet and exchange numbers
Phase two is day two call you for a address to come to
Day three is phase three
gunning
Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise kid, open your eyelids, cause that last
her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise
of here, bitch
Nigga, it's some sipping-ass, pouring up-ass, smoking-ass
Getting high-ass niggas in here, Three 6, UGK, nigga
We putting it down in this
There were three men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn must die.
They've
of here, bitch
Nigga, it's some sipping-ass, pouring up-ass, smoking-ass
Getting high-ass niggas in here, Three 6, UGK, nigga
We putting it down in this
I feel like I'm cursed
It's always storming
Ignore this shit day by day without a warning
Emotions pour, emotions pour
Emotions pour, I said,
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