Lyrics:
life go by-why-why-why, yeah
'Til you came along and you picked me you-up
Yes you did, oh yeah, yes you did
Oh and, now, starting out a brand new-ew
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
Ain't nobody safe
I'm craving a taste
I'mma lick my fingers, wipe it on my shirt, blood stain
I'm saying y'all cant hang with me, this me taking
That's why I write this sonnet
If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break
Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it
plate
Know it's no debate, you know my flows is open late
Why my ceiling so high
The code I go by, make it home with no slide, it's like I own the whole
Little niggas want to rap and think that shit sweet
Push his first album and he died the same week
Put that water on the dirt turn that shit to mud
I
and over
Then you wake up
You still can't believe it you
Know why? Cause you was
Lied to by Google! You was lied
To by Mark Zuckerberg! Mark Zuckerberg
You
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
My back against the wall
Like I see y'all fronting
Drowning in your own spit and
Ain't coming up with nothing
I call this shit "Rapper Shit"
Cause I
Why you wanna be my Zanna? Why you wanna be my Zanna?
80k streams on an album by myself, started wvvy crew and I did that by myself
I remember 2017 all
blind or they would see their lives pass them by.
If he's misunderstood then to him it's all good his IQ is 152.
He's not punk rock elite,
He just don't
Not quite sure if i worn this shirt before
If the light thats on my door is sunset or sunrise
I just know its not you thats by my side
Where did
now
Hatin' on me, lookin' dumb right now Show y'all why I cut a buzz right now
I ain't even mad, this is fun right now My next album's done right now
So
a warnin for y'all
I
Yeah
What's that?
Huh?
What?
Calm yourself
Don't get beside yourself
Who?
They not ready
Cut the nonsense
Dead that
Must I show you
Get to forgettin'
Then it's on they album when it drop
My verses steady, be hittin'
I do this here for a livin'
Flow with precision
Yeah you know my
They healthy
They good
They good for you
I think Jahi album called fruit music
Why
Because he want people to entertain
Make people get off they ass
no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but
And I began writing probably the most joy filled song on this album
Which was sunset by the beach
And I just started feeling so good
I was radiating
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
Ha ha ha… hey man fuck
All y'all… fuck all y'all
Money gone fuck friends
I need a homie that know me
When all these motherfuckin' cops be on me
I
Niech nikt nie przeszkadza
Kol-kolej-kolejny album się skrada
Who's that? Laska, Whitehouse
Who's this? Ero
Who's that? Falcon1
Y'all you know the deal
don't shock me
I'm supposed to have it. You never been close to karats
That's why you poppin' that shit jealous bastarts
I ain't impressed by you playa
Chorus:
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...
[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like crack
Pasado Presente
Dinosaur 88
Featuring Rebeca Lane
Produced by Luis Pedro Alonso
Album Ukiyo
Traemos un trozo de alma herido mala mala Guatemala
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