Lyrics:
and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds
You're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's
and the golf course
Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds
You're probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What's
girl face in my lap goin up and down
Miss Mary Mack all dressed in black
Let me hit it from the back when my tour Came to town
I'm the patty cake patty
Looking in windows
And playing songs and knocking on doors
I was not scared
I just enjoyed the sights
Kept myself to myself
There I was, sitting
time for MC Ren to settle the score.
I got a urge to kick down doors.
At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls.
[Dr. Dre]
Clouds are dark
And you're dancing around and around in the hall.
Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
sped
Thoughts moving Faster than race cars get
It's so chaotic
Through the day I take a lot in
Calm down smoke great exotics
This song sound like I made
doors go up
And the money come down
Callin [inaudible]
The way I make her drowned
Nobody gunna love you like me
Nobody gunna love you like me
Even
Heard your song, you touching who?
Send your soul right through the roof
Run him down, you hear it boom
Bodies drop soon as we shoot
Put your pussy ass
We interrupt this program to bring you a special report
We are looking for a man named Billy
who has just been accused for use of fake credit cards;
Wished that I took all the chances I missed
Coulda had a song by now with Jay Critch
Nothin' gon' switch if you don't take a risk
You would think I would
to the door to hear the "click"
Turn the knob left and right, three clocks for three stops
(2Mex)
I'm jockin Dannu on the mic
Then all of a sudden enters
Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul in sight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous
dukes too
Tears streaming down her pretty face
She got her palms to it
My life is getting too wild
I need to bring some sort calm to it
Bout to lose it
Moved on to the next the next
These niggas worried about my old hoes
Baby stupid thick she up and down just like a yoyo
See what's in my pocket got
Verse 1 (Infinite):
I write life I hear vision and see sound the 5th kickin like special teams after 3 downs you see killers I see clowns get
and for that I’ve been hurt by many friends.
They love you coz you’re ordinary but when you’re special To our society you’re abomination and a curse.
But
your ls
I'm there through your laughs so I'm there through your cries as well
Cos lives been up and down for three of us
At least we got three of us
on my level just to fall back down,
My name start with reigning, so give me my crown
When he fell to the ground, he died, I played him my song and he got
down got back up
Got cleaned off got better
And how He made me stronger
Now I used to go by the name Big C
But now I am Transparent-C I want the world
it all on gold before we lose it Nigga
Do we pop off, or fall down
Momma worried she locked doors to calm down
Son had still no job for all the costs
the special space found in the single
Signal overloaded with symbols that could only come as a condensed transcendent translation that i meant to write down
One two three woah
Who that knocking at the door?
Now I'm in a different mode
When I'm in danger I throw up the 4s
Five six seven wait
Please do not
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