Lyrics:
I stopped a man the other night
Saying isn't a beautiful sky
And although he agreed it was just to please me
I could tell that by the look in his
In this album there's a picture
Of the ladies at Daniela's
You can tell it's from the eighties
By the volume of their hair
There's Usnavi, just
been given, wassup?
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk, oh, walk on
Uh, yeah
They call me Logic, yeah that's L-O-G-I-C
I ain't wrapped up in them
L.A.,
Casually glancing at his toupee.
Wish I was an English muffin
'Bout to make the most out of a toaster.
I'd ease myself down,
Comin' up
out one by one
Is this what you wanted? (No)
Do you want some more? (Yeah)
D-Generation
Who's keeping score?
'Cause you got a taste now
Drank
on the tape, Donald-D break
Syndicate comin' through, I'm talkin' to you
Flexin' hardcore, what could you do?
When we roll up, you send your girl up
Yeah, I clean up nice
Catch me on a tidy night
Might be Gucci'd down to the tidy whites
OK it's loso,
Everybody knows so
My son is the heir
.O.C.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
One, two,
A one two kazoo
If I were a gorilla,
La la la la la
I'd eat me a banana.
Na na na na na
I'd live in a treehouse
And swing
ready
You built my hopes up to the skies
And then you told me no
Donna, Donna, why'd you wanna do that
You led me on and lured me off
And then you
, let it blink, nigga, I don't think (oh)
Your hood Titanic, we gon' make that shit sink (straight up)
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been
statement's wit
& I'm concentrating on making hits
& I'm fittin' em line by line
Teeth I grit & I'm tryin to find the perfect rhyme scheme
I'm dreamin'
First, the DJ must power up the amplifiers.
To play a record, select an album and put it on the turntable.
The racer must attach five dollars
fuck up the place a little
J'suis à l'arrière avec une bad bitch,
J'parle pas trop, elle a la bouche ouverte
J'suis à l'arrière avec une bad bitch
Miami, New York and ATL
Houston and L.A., ask Dave Chappelle
About my rich bitch, he got her from me
And made 50 million dollars, I'm proud of you D
Akon and Booba, yeah!
18 août 98, B.2.O.B.A. locked up dans le '78
Lunatique depuis la naissance
A.L.I. tu as toute ma reconnaissance
Vivre en
Similar to me familiar
County hound comin' to burn your whole city up
I catch ya up in the club
Empty the fifth on ya
You all know it's pussy
By Vivica
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
.R.E.
Right back up in your mothafuckin' ass
9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up
D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some with your Dogg
No
a brown L.A. Haze
And I just want you back by my side
Yes it's been quite a summer
Rent-a-cars and west bound trains
And now you're off on vacation
I'm losin' control
Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe
Over-d-dose
Time to Ri-Rick Roll, up the Indo
Like a win-window
Little engine gone, little
J'tire la (balle) au milieu d'ses 2 yeux
Mon reflet me regarde dans la flaque de sang
Combien la version FLAC ? 200
Ils veulent feat avec moi pour up
Si
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