Lyrics:
levels in the town when we up
I done made a crown outta dust
Call it straight drop
The magical rookie who talk different
Making Laker gold off flour
stand alone in your room
Everyday that will pass you by
Every name that you won't recall
Everything that you made by hand
Everything that you know by
right, yo
Verse One: Dr. Dre
fuck the motherfucking police!
They don't want peace, they want a nigga deceased
So he'll cease to be a problem, and by
walk
Don’t fuck with me
Bitch what you thought it was
Don’t talk, don’t breathe
When I walk by
Don’t fuck with me
I won’t say no names
But I’ll
into the crystal mirror,
“Tirra lirra” by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro’ the room,
She saw
into the crystal mirror,
“Tirra lirra” by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro’ the room,
She saw
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
meant to be
I was made for you
Open the door to my heart, it's stopped
And I'm shocked....
[Chorus]
Surrounded by feelings I hardly recognise,
I
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road run by
a check before I had a check, before they even knew who I was, yeah
She my bitch, so she got a lot of bags and drive a G63 (damn)
Smoked a blunt, made
I don't want to see the sunrise
If you are not there by my side
I thought that you'd always be mine
And now I don't want to see the sunrise
I guess
saw Pinocchio. He said,
Bring that puppet here.
He is made of fine dry wood and will make a good blaze for my roast.
The cook brought Pinocchio, who
Because you are going to be one
Who gets hurt
Measly by the end of it
Yea I pop out with a tec
Yea I pop out on my hoe and now she gripping on my
>From East point to New York
It's Outkast runnin' through why'all
Allaljuah
Oh why'all
Who can rip like this
Punchaneller, Punchaneller
I guess
not how she raised me
But that's how this life made me
Who shot ya?
do better
Your imagine material looks, hotter behind looks
Raise the fear, no one, but self, who's shook?
Bring the plague like the revelations in
the years roll on by
such a senseless waste of time
What a way to reform
Call out your number
who's a nonconformer
Shakey Brown didn't hang around
When
material looks, hotter behind looks
Raise the fear, no one but self, who's shook?
Bring the plague like the revelations in the holy book
Who's spot you
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
nothing was gonna hold shit
But they made it seem like I was on some hoe shit, never that
I been humble and I'm still humble
And to the ones who turned
for church
They were asking ""Why? Who died?î
Chorus
What made the white man white
Is it his white wash of history or his white lies?
His white picket
made
By the alföðr who's greed
For knowledge took over
His eye he sacrificed
For the sake of his endeavor
A domain where deceit
And dishoner inhabits
In
and nobody knew who you were
You hit my line telling me to come through
I was like fine I'll just stay for a minute
Minute turned into an hour
Cuz smoking
feeling the same
Voice in the dark asking a question, "sweety what's your name"
She says my name is "ayeesha
And who the hell are you and why'd you bring me
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