Lyrics:
on a Mac (Woah)
That's straight facts, y'all sore in the ass
Did you get fucked by Shaq? (My bad)
I drop bombs on the track (On the track)
Like George W. in
move my hands with the sand
So that the times they align
So every march I'm asking why
Why, why we save the day
Whoever made this rule was a fool
George
and Roger
I keep hittin' home runs like an L.A. Dodger
I'm gettin' so much paper, need a new Dodge Charger
I'm talkin' SRT thang, red-eye key, I ain't got no
He isn't much in the eyes of the world; He'll never make history.
No, he isn't much in the eyes of the world, But he is the world to me.
My
I feel something's wrong here, what can it be?
We've come this far now, why can't you see
I have so much love here for you and me
I'm waiting day by
like you always told me to
Don't wanna fuck but you know we always do
You're so much trouble pulling my hair
You know my love ain't goin nowhere
I hit
care so much for themselves, the world would be stone and rubble
Beating down terrorists, and religious extremists, only asking for trouble
How much
But I know deep down inside he loved me
It was a time I suffered so much
I wanted to get it out of me
I would cut my arms, not to kill myself, I
"When's this
Ship I've heard so much about
Gonna get in?" It's
Ridiculous I'm sick of this
Shit driven witless
Can I get a witness? Can I get ten cents?
and left when
I could've put my demons to resting
Step by step
Yea inch by inch
Love me through the
Thick and thin
Never really was the one
To ask for much
By myself
By myself
With no one to help
Just by myself
By myself
By myself
With no one to help
Just by myself
Yeah, I wanna go back to when I was by
neck in a knot
Now you know I only got one rule
Golden as much as rock is jewel
Maybe as much as Jewel is rock
Either way I wouldn’t pull the slot with
I wanna feel it
Na na I need this so bad
Woke up in a haze, still a little high
Listen to the waves as the clouds roll by
"Could You Be Loved"
Rap-A-Lot Records based out in Houston, represents for us
OG style, they cars, ditch that 4 and too much trouble
Our squad is gangsta nigga, put it down for
running from 'em
Walking through Hollywood
I admit, I'm astonished
So much has happened in the last few months
From broke to rich to finding love again
Bokka
Yippie-ki-yay motherfucker!
I'm a big deal (wiv de seen my niggas rollin' me)?
Now I'm having so much fun I can't even go to sleep
Yo-Landi!
What?
One ain't enough
But two is too many
How much is too much?
If it's championships, whips, or places that we live in
One ain't enough
If we drinking,
I can look hot in my old tired T
With a little bit of love
And a little bit of me
Cuz it doesn't take much
To bring value to your things
With a dollar
means
cnd theres Way To much much hatters
So my dads got a red beam
So lock it cnd aim it and squeeze
Please the OG's
Id like to hi to my haters,
Because
wanted so
Had to let it go
Brand new day is coming round the bend
Troubles reaching for the end
If you stray from the path my friend
I will pick you up
the valley, by my side
Try to set your aims, and go to see
What is like to be on your own ship
That is not to say that it'll be easy
Figure out the troubles
on by
He's on the look out he should cause
He's the one that that they take their lovin' from
When he looks down deep
Into their eyes, their
a human husk
And I get by so I can’t be choosey
That’s not a knife this is a knife
And we live for the life for the thrill of the fight
Soarin’ new
knahmsayin?
Peace to the Gods, we got a heavy job... Yo, yo
Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision
Of the prism of light but still blind
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