Lyrics:
that it read (wanna bet?)
Solid pure gold on my cat scans,
Followed by a bible and a bad bitch (damn)
Study yaw roles like a essay
now days
All folks are just a garden
To bloom out of season
Now here comes the warden
Who did not come for so long
First day in office
A heart of solid gold
behold the unknown treasure
Cherish your soul precious as solid gold roses
Thrown over decomposed bodies froze
Expose who chose to impose sleep
Deceased,
A million here
A million there
I want a million square
Every fucking day
That I'm taking air
I want a fucking chair
With gold in it
And a gold-blonde chick
In
to drive all alone(yeah) this life we livin(we livin)
Thank God we breathin (breathin) all my niggas we eating day by Day y3 nyinaa we go win
Haha
Chasin
Yeah they tell me to be patient
I tell 'em them days is over with
You ain't feeling how I was feeling
Then why the hell you talking up in my face?
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
brothers in the park, all bringin' the noise
Stepped out the car, Levi's saggin'
Gold around my neck with my limb-walk laggin'
Walked up on my boys with
by my side
Keep the racks on my mind
Don't waste no fuckin time
Shot up like a rocket flight.. whoah
Now they payin my price.. gold
Askin me for my
Haunted by my words that went to waste
Oh
Oh no
I got that nervous walking slow mo
My blood feel thin my heart was solid gold
A thousand stories we told
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
rewind[02:00.13]Kept it solid all the hard time when I was wildin'[02:03.02]Feel I'm a lost cause but always stood by me, regardless[02:06.12]I ain't gon' lie at night,
late
We would party all night yea until the next day
Gino g to my side when we slide to the bay
That's my dawg that's my brother still talk to em this
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
talkin' 'bout cheddar
Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
There a drugs being sold to both the young and the old
Alcohol being drunk from flasks of solid gold
Curb crawler I'm just a back street walker
There
take photos, ride me like they play Polo
My crew solid, new problems, my day ones deserve two commas
A few dollars moves nada, we still act the same,
imbalanced
A king with the crown, firm grip on the chalice
Solid gold angel coming back to burn down this Babylon
Has told many tales, his flows you could
piece
While I covered three, playin' nickel, doin' safety reads, watch the flats
I can rap, but I rather tackle and pedal back
Get a pick when my
[Too $hort]
You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like ?
I be fuckin' hoes
three, for
Desperadoes in the gold, gold, gold
We are so happy don't you worry about us
Just watch us go back
We are day trippers, what would
Life be
Mix that flavor with that cash, this what you get, this what you get
On with three bitches, two of 'em mix aye
All I wanted, drinkin' coffee,
named Noah he was
On the first day of the first month of his 601st year
The first ship builder and the first zoo keeper
Solid ground was drowned
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