Lyrics:
crying
Cause you knew that I was leaving for a tour
Always hated when I go and grab that red suitcase out the closet
You'd look at me and say you
See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
Bang bang,
up this zig-zotic hot mama out by the Ville then
I'm talking top flight, high priced brown sugar
With the curly butter, thick hips and all
With
paying a fine
Blitcky on brody with red laser line
Niggas a chicken that boy will get fried
Woah, 30 beam bugging on bro
I should be hugging on you
Sorry
sharp as a razor
Rum with a red stripe chaser
Back to the days
When i was a teenager
Fresh trainers, lost with the lasers
I got more drinks than a waiter
pomóc szczęściu
Rano kawa w dzień Red bull na noc yerba nie piwko
Na rezerwach dwa dni bez snu by móc zdobyć wszystko
Strefa komfortu obca jak strefa 51
from that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggas into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows
like it was whooping cough
They group been soft
First hour at the open bar
And they're trooping off
He went to go laugh and get
Some head by the side
Walk like I'm red because I know I can
Ain't got a reason to fear it if its a man
45 in my left hand if it in my right hand+
357 in my other hand
thang
Quick to cook and breakin' cane
Straight runnin' thangs around the way
Havin' his money man
A rider from the hood understood by many sets
With
that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up
Is what we mobbin' for
Another day, another dime
In a drug war for living by the thug law
If you saw me in the streets, kid
You wouldn't think that
the headlights
When the bass hits
You like yo this joint hard
And they ain't saying anything
I got this picture on the canvas
I'm still painting it
The red is
camera hired up in on this nightmare
Nah I wish it was a nightmare
Then a least I'd be asleep in my bed
My eyes bright red, feel like death by bed
everything u say
And I keep you with me baby everyday
So I know I'm gonna be O.K.
I love my mama
Fried chicken, rice and red beans
(Damn, I miss Sunday)
All
the dark of night
The dark lord rides in force tonight
And time will tell us all
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe
Side by side we wait the night
An empty pack of Marlboro reds sittin' by the bed
I can still see mama crying on the phone
And I sorta still remember who I was that September
the west, first rule
In fact, we the first Bloods and Crips
First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips
First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop
Bring
death threats
The closest nigga to you gon' get X'ed next
Exit off of 12th, you in the red zone
Where they'll pick you off and piss all on your
I probably wanna clique that's red
Black and blued up if it's going down
I bet'cha get screwed up
Ya to dead to the King Of The
Streets lil homie slow
your head wide open
Hopin to spot a chip in this frame
I lived and died by the burnin flame
Of the OK Corral Cowboy style
From the Quarters
a cold chill
We call some call em diamonds
We call em ice
It varies in the sizes the shape
The color and the price
From canary yellow, ruby red
on crazy
Gang infested la streets
We see the red concrete stains
And street platoons feel pain
Real soon times will change
And you will see the truth
Said you might as well keep the chance by me
Since I'm walking with all eyes on me (seh wah?)
I said you might as well keep the chance by me
Since
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