Lyrics:
the South
Everybody just having a good time
Got my eyes on the guys 'cause yeah they so fine
That's right Sarai gon' get it crunk
How much junk you got in
do you got me?
For the ride
So I’ll ride, say you’ll ride by my side
Least for the night, if not for my life
We could make it right?
We could make it
nothing you can say to man
Block boy really come up from the pavement fam
Its 10pm you can catch me up in small heath
This years about more life and more
underneath your plane
Fueled by fire you a cool catch phrase
We're not one and we're not the same
Reputations on a paper stage
I got this song and I got it
every week I buy a new glock
Time is money and money is time
That's why my wrist got 2 clocks
I ain't with nun of the fuwop
Talkin shit thata get u shot
homework, you've got a test in geography
I spoke with your teacher, she said your grades ain't shit
Make it four weeks
There's no way I would believe that
technology mars
Your perspective in life hold on bring in the guitar
I got distracted
Now don’t let em catch you slacking
Bet your ass you learn to mask it
a field day (ooh)
Let me tell you the play-by-play (by play)
It's 1st down, I run to his crib (ooh)
Yeah, we on O, still do a blitz (a blitz)
ESPN can't
don't it
It get hazy out here don't it
You can't save me out here nah
Ooh ooh ooh
Bad news your homie got killed and I got put on the news
It's sad too
talkin' 'bout cats in the worst way
Nigga, put it on my birth 'til my hurse lay, right
Nigga, know about Illuminati and they new world order
Nigga, Mo
(What up? What up?)
De La soul (get live)
Likwit MC's, X to the Z, Xzibit, right
Huh, yo, we ain't playing
New millennium
Yo, who hold guns
more than fantasy
Take my hand, follow me
Oh, you've got a brand new friend for your life
You can win if you want
If you want it you will win
Oh,
the stuff got overgrown
So I'm taller now
I'm a raging father now
Whiter than white collar now
Put your ass in squalor now
It's falling out
New gilded age
We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging
The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin
The stock market crashed, they watchin my black
happened next
Another bitch came by to give me sex
It was kind of strange I was thrown off
The last bitch got her head blown off
But fuck I ain'tsta
They should make hate a crime
But no jail, you just pay a fine
So I'm up in the morning
Headphones to listen new stuff while I'm jogging
15 minute
Promise we're fine
I want all that for you plus more, we will get by
Life ain't easy, please believe me
Ma work too hard for us to live on Dream Street Fly
I make big money
I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by
like a folly bout to cold flip probably
It's not me he got a ill spills knot in brooknon
Where even though kids kill they still chill and look calm
talkin' 'bout cats in the worst way
Nigga, put it on my birth 'til my hurse lay, right
Nigga, know about Illuminati and they new world order
Nigga, Mo
I slide with it strong baby right or wrong, the vibes make you trip, make you hum along...like....
Dah da da Dah.... Dah da da Dah
Dah da da
at all.
One Tuesday morning this kid was gunned down by clone.
His replacement, broad daylight, shot in the head. Right next to where his family
kneeled
lift up ya foot and put it iny ya dancing shoes
Cause if ya fuck with us yo ya bound to lose
Breakin' news
If you mess with the bull your gonna get
for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but
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