Lyrics:
like we climbing a mountain
As big as Kilimanjaro
If you feeling the sorrow
You know that your heart isn't hollow
I'm ready to lead a new mission
Are you
money to buy pasties that are made by Ginsters
i'll even sell you photos of arseholes and sphincters
theres loads of ways to make some cash but the best
bought it off the icecream truck
Listen here, tash be crashin niggas wit my beer
Tash be partied down as fuck swingin off the chandelier
Tash be here, tash
alone
Heard the fiddle didn't jig
Grabbed the whiskey took a swig
Cause he's watchin' everybody round him blowin' up gettin' big
So he picks out
pass
But when he walked by and I saw his as....h coloured eyes
Well it was like a dream...oh yes it was
Now my dreams are lying in broken bits
And I know
it's part of the system
There's a red neck with a beer can with his hand in the sky
And a girl that's been dancing by the stage all night
I don't call
all that shit back in the day
It's total, total lack of self-respect on his part man
[Verse 1]
Surrounded by all these little piggies
Round a pool
I gonna get by?
That's why I need a twenty holmes so I can get high
But everybody that I'm talking to, they claim is dry
I know you got some in there
went down to the mall each Christmas
Had to the Santa what to bring
A train, a bike, a pony and a great big pile of cash
And please don't get my sister
Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?
[Nas]
To my dogs, wherever you are
What up Big? You know shit is rough after you slid
lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough.
And I was standin' on the side
will get blown
Never fear at that man, They were raised by a man
meh father was a shotta.
So we bond as one.
They come up with a truth, and I seen what
SAY I COULD DRIVE ON BY IF I SAW YOUR CAR,
AH BUT CHANCES ARE
I'D STILL SEE YOU SOMEWHERE AROUND
THIS DAMN SMALL TOWN, CAUSE IT'S A DAMN SMALL TOWN
[Intro:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah c'mon
What, what, what, what's good?
Yeah, it's Big Cee with Doc M-A-D y'all, let's get it, ah
[Verse 1:]
Yeah I'm
Copped a beer -
Nuns and popes pray for us
Every single day for us
- trying to find a way for us
Y'all don't really wanna play with us,
Watch... I'mma turn
I'm still crazy after all these years
All these beers, all the blood, sweat, and all these tears
That were shed, for all the homies that are dead
Fell
alone
Heard the fiddle didn't jig
Grabbed the whiskey took a swig
Cause he's watchin' everybody round him blowin' up gettin' big
So he picks out
leka
Then you should rather surrender (kom hie)
No my album isn’t diamond but I’m shining like De Beers
22 track solo made the album of the year (whoo)
are smelling like beer and bread
My nose ives funk rythm to them
Between my big balls of business man
I was learning in my bed
When you told me
I'm still crazy after all these years
All these beers, all the blood, sweat, and all these tears
That were shed, for all the homies that are dead
Fell
down, By now you know our purpose is
To take this scene over, Who the fucks going to stop us
When half the cats that enter battles these days are
I'm still crazy after all these years
All these beers, all the blood, sweat, and all these tears
That were shed, for all the homies that are dead
Fell
covered in VVS
国内开英菲尼迪 国外开兰博基尼
Driving an infinity in China, a Lamborgini overseas
你怎么还是那么慢 一脚油门懒得BB
How are you still so slow? Hitting the gas too lazy
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