Lyrics:
INTRO:
SQUIRE I STILL FEEL YOU
PEACE TO MY NIGGAS, J, SMARTIE
HOW THEY GONA BE PART OF THE BIGGER PICTURE IF THESE BREDDAS CAN'T PAINT? I AIN'T
Astro, Manila heartthrob
2k all day get my rating up
I like g funk, well I'm a simple man
I like pop punk, well here's the simple plan
Get Phil Fresh
listened to D2
Could you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard when we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to business
Y'all done
to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
four quarters of loud
But I wouldn't give two fucks
Cuz my darlin and my homies make me feel like a milly
So ten dimes and four quarters would just feels
Well it was boring until Warren G came on the scene
put the G-Funk with the gangsta lean
its been about 2, is he comin through?
I dropped this one just
pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this
Opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last
think that this could be done
Step into my path, you will feel the wrath
How many take me out? None
(The joke's on you, Jack )
(Ha-ha-ha)
[ VERSE 2
to Mary J, babe with the real love
Young jefe, you can call me boss hog
See me creeping in the night? that’s my day job
That Astro, Manila heartthrob
2
confusing then that puppy love
Call it a sick day
Endless by the sea
Loneliness is the new wave
Fiasco without the lupe
Bruce Lee with all that funk sway
Like
throat, feel this Rollie on your lips
(Ain't that some shit?) Didn't I tell you you should watch your mouth, bitch?
(Verse 2: J-Zone)
You the type to spell
in my pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin' this
opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd
the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nah mean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energized
I want to dedicate this one
hands now"
"Clap your hands now"
Brothers know the flavs when the Quest gets loose
Slamming sucker fuckers like the wrestler Zeus
Crazier than 2
rhythms of my mind
Turn my sorrow into rage
From tears on the page
To torn page
Burning page
I'm a mage
Satellite rays
Burn it up
Hose it down
Frame by
only handed back the Free World 'cause I was bored
This blunt is overwhelmingly large
This blunt has a pulse
This blunt looks like Ray J's dick
This
on my cup to the rim on the why feeling g or from the bud so I grin
(CHORUS x2) when I get lost,
Feel I been crossed,
She will be my salvation
they're not believing that you come from Cleveland
Mix the funk, with the skunk, so they'll boom it in the trunk
And play it loud as hell so they'll feel
inspected, now we arrested
Attention directed to contents of our intestines
Urinalysis followed by X-rays
Interrogated and detained 'til damn near the next
quick
Creators be damned with no tips in this bitch
Are you taking a piss
No I'm not in UK
Chill with my cousin and playing 2k
Chop up the culture
Turn
With two K's like Kanye's wife
That's Ray J height
Then I'll pop till every family member shot
Infra dot, shinning red like a break light
But I ain't
to know of you, I want to know of you."
I want to know if you feel me though (X8)
Verse 2:
I believe in the power of the conscience mind
And if you think
short, on some Kevin Hart shit
Dawg, please don't bolt now, don't be shocked when I spark shit
2 drums and a cartridge
2 drums and a what
J-A-Y Browne, my
“23h 45m” Lyrics - Ray Rabbit
Intro-
15, 15 minutes
Who’s countin’, who’s countin’
Verse 1-
(One) Minute number one you’re in such disbelief
‘Cause
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