Lyrics:
the boys crazy
Drove them all
Deeply insane
Her name was Hampton
She moved long island
cnd that is when she came
Higher ooo all the way to the top
Higher
neither
Two-seaters, back in the trunk, two fevers
We stayin up 'til 2 A.M. To watch "Cheaters"
As long as I'm nice with the flame and the flass
I don't
diabetes wat ik zie
Gannu machine net als wall-E
Bradda ik ben een en al hype
Een al all bom hele album
Niet van deze tijd alles op alles wat ik ga getten
Lesbos, me boys
Ran aground in Old Lesbos
We were homeward bound but we ran aground
On the Isle of Lesbos
When we debarked, the night was dark
And we all
tanner by the minute
Wading in the surf
Trying hard not to blow it
Hope I didn't wait too long
One more wave and I think I'll have the courage
Watch her
bitches swear they in love but it's just the X
Niggas act like, my coke ain't long in stress
Like I don't keep two shotguns, under my chest
I flip,
Other niggas hate that
Next one only 8 tracks
Niggas know I ate tracks
They fake black
I used to rock evisu with a bape hat, boy talk about a take back
off some the time, take you down one at a time
I'm be known for fucking over your whole album
Who want my rhyme?
Keep declining, I'm keep climbing
Jeden am Mic der redet und meint, dass er irgendwas weiß!
Yeah, Don't hate!
Das Leben ist Stress genug, ich hab nichts mit dem Rest zu tun
Du siehst
on the ass now the Doitall's crazy
No rattles or playpens, the crowds what I'm rapping
And yes I do Reruns, as if this boy was happening
Now January 14th has
[Verse 2:]
Forget To Mention, This Girl That Never Gets To The Beach
She Lives Just West Of My Street, And So We Destined To Meet
Since I'm Driving, I Ask
I realize you niggas is like the objects in the rearview mirror
You really appear much closer than you are
Got a long way to go, young bull
Catch
before you today to bring you a sample of our work
An LP, if you will
The creation of this album sought to bring us closer together
To have all of us in
an album full of rocks
Good luck to all the labels on lock
In '96 Whodini's callin the shots
It takes two to play this game
But three makes it better
Master
Yeah
Turn me up in the headphones (uh, yeah)
And I went and took the Long Way Home yeah
Yeah, yeah
NonSense hates when I sing that shit
Aye the album
problems (problems)
I'm a nigga that'll solve 'em (solve 'em)
Without a doubt, ya
I'm in the booth, cold knockin niggas out
Tell my tales by word
Imagine the scenes
c young black boy with a dream
cnd he's just trying to achieve
He don't know how but he's working it out
Cause it's keeping
Was mainly set by myself
Yet I can’t live up to these expectations
It’s brining my down in a winding spiral
I’m so scared of myself
Sleep with
can tell by they drip
That them boys ain't spitting
And them niggas basic
Yeah
Got a buck and dream but
My niggas they wanting one milli
Careless bout
funny when I come around
A&R been tryin to figure me out for years
Tryin to re-duplicate me but they can't so they hate me
While white boys run
keep it cordial and let the universe reward you
Life's only as long as you and i
People do what they do to get by
One thing we should all do is try
Even
Some praise the quiet boy
Some fear their dreams
From the girls with silhouettes all shining by
I wanna go to the beach, I wanna lay in the sand,
I was struck by a hole in my luck as I strolled down memory lane
Went digging for my dictaphone so I could salt my wounds again
Hit a wall after just
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
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