Lyrics:
till 5, blowin' dank
An still tryin to make a dollar outta fifteen cents
Got the Cutlass full of coffee for no evidence
It's a drought but I got ice
Live at five and CNN
Keep us all abreast
Of breaking stories that can tend
To make us anxious and depressed
Problems with no answers
Hang on like
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
Wanna hold you,
Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin' to get our
orders soda
Earth shake, milk shakes, ten cents a piece
They kissy and huggy nice
Oh, by jingo, it's worth the price back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers
Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin' to get our
Hold on this song has a little introduction to it
It's ain't supposed to be sad though you might feel it that way
It's a song about desperation,
the dice, but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay
I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up
I'm outside, twenty-nine, G5, seaside
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
If I ever hurt one
anything
From the five- and ten-cent store
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my own
cent blunt spot
V walked the town with space boots, space suits
Fucked up cut but she still say his face cute
Told the streets, "What you staring at?"
Rosa: introduction:
Dom v Outraversa...eeeh yyyyy
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Yeh yyyyy
anything from
The five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my
Jesus told you niggas to do?
Work for four dollars and twentry-five cents an hour
And y'all ain't stealing shit?
Well you know me, I started stealing
cents
I'm not the biggest artist but a dime is more official than a nickel
Fuck your five cents
I might have to rap to quiet violins
Pulling strings
knowumsayin'?
Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'?
I don't need no introductions, Cat
Whuuuuut
I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts
I'm sippin' off
the dopest forever
By kicking lyrics so clever that
No one can do it better (Repeat 5x)
Time is dedicated to say peace to the homeboys
My homie Laylaw, MC
and scrape up for a bite to eat
If Denaun and me find a couple dimes a piece
Twenty five cents each'd get us a bag of chips
We'd be glad to get that even we
a dollar to get in and twenty-five cents a beer
They play rock and roll music like it hasn't been rocked for years
Well she's sexy and seventeen...
(Get funky)
Three, four, three, four, '99
She the new hero 'cause she's so divine
Unaffected by the system, she'd rather die
Than write a rap for
anything
From the five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my
think I sprinkled when I tinkled
so, I dip in the sides there be a sweeter by the seater
cocoa powder, bubble-bath, and rubbing alcohol
for 5
years
Listens to the jukebox for her answers
Slowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers
Talks about the men she's known and then some
She's seen them in her
outside, twenty-nine, G5, seaside
I've been losin' friends and findin' peace
But honestly, that sound like a fair trade to me
If I ever hurt one and I'm
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