Lyrics:
back sixty
Do you love it how you get it, get it how you love it
(Freaky tales of movin' yayo, but makin' mail is the subject)
Uh-huh, I love to get
back sixty
Do you love it how you get it, get it how you love it
(Freaky tales of movin' yayo, but makin' mail is the subject)
Uh-huh, I love to get
fifty gold, sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez
goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA
of Dark Desires
Elizabeth Bathory
Now the hour is comed, the time is right for the feast to take its roll
And by the sunrise sixty bodies will be found
first on Broadway.
With dark and yellow gold,
I was 11 years old.
The inspiration was spread out like a blanket, ask em'.
My discovery was beyond
right ma
As child of the sixties
All along the watchtower
I can't bet they gonna miss me
I'm only bleeding
Every grain in me
Fans if not for you
There be
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
I don't really fuck with no stress
Its all peace
Nowadays I'm rocking all silk
It's no fleece
When I get the bag imma drop it on gold teeth
And they
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
and staying gold
I drink cheap beer
So what? Fuck you
I drink cheap beer
So what? Fuck you
As I was saying all that shit like that Vietnam shit
Beer's
looking for it like two days
Drink rose like Kool-aid
Talk so sweet I got a tooth ache
Phone book in my True Religions
60 grand thats a lot of hundreds
keep it composed
(Keep it composed... Andrew!)
So, uh, you can call me Big Boy Bo
I don't drive a 6.0 unless you need 60 bows
Flip 'em for the pros
Wait a minute
0-60 In 3.3 seconds
Going too fast I am indifferent dimensions
Put on by the pros riding Mclarens
Ain't no comparing
Warp drive you
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
and won, since he was unopposed
Next, Jackson lost to Adams, Andrew's animosity rose
In '28, they raced again, this time, Adams was down
Henry Clay
pistol
For the time of your life costs gold by the fistful
Have you seen those Cherokee women?
With feathers in their hair
There's a name to every
the vogues
Hoes got no souls that be for flare without ya coat
Star sixty nine could get you whipped, uhh
Momma told you never mess with a, Southern
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose me man
Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands
Wedding bands don't make it
and premeditate to grab
And then they jet back to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
Where shorties lose blood by the gallons
Crack
All I Need
Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss and Noah Rauchwerk
As the city faded in the distance
I tried my best not to listen to the thoughts that
sheesh Shno yea yea
Gone in 60 seconds for the night
And I be wearin gold cause that's the type of shit I like
And I be foldin clothes so once I know
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
Midnight - Six sixty six
Torment - Bestial sex
Mother is Screaming in pain
Father - Rules hell's domain
I don’t want to be born i don't want it
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