Lyrics:
nigga like a 7B
Big dog, get it, you still on your pedigree
Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid swag
Dead faces keep my money in the body bag
he disappeared
Confirming everything that I feared
The time passed is shown by the length of his beard
Solomon stands, dead on his feet
Waiting
never die. They just fade away."
"Lucy" "Ahhhhhhh!"
"It was a little cocker spaniel dog, and our little girl, Tricia, the six year old, named it
on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB-4
This ain't Chris Rock
Dog-eat-dog world, gory
In the gutter, brother despise brother
Throwing threats at each other
Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters
Alcoholics,
to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight
[Verse 1 - Wyclef]
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get
me don't think twice
You couldn't make it like you just realised
West side guys, love to drive by
Everything dead from mi step pon yuh guys
We full ah
a story of where I've been
All the lessons learned and the places I've seen
I got my old six-string and a bottle of cheer
Raisin' a toast of the memories
wear gold your style was old
And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold
Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
But hey, never gamble in
bottles comin' out, warriors come out and play, aye
Just know I'm grade A, get a slice of bread
Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead
Okay,
to flood a whole damn sky
I'm drowning out the heartache, shot by shot
Memory of her’s the twist I never got
In this sea of empty bottles and regret
Trying
On a train through the Bronx that will take you just as far
As the empty of a bottle to the highway of a scar
That stretched across the blacktop of my cheek
whose draw is quicker
So to my shorty dog puzzled I'm pledgin
Died at the age of 17, Brooklyn East New York legend
(Tap the bottom of the bottle for
bottles
Gettin' drunk with these bitches
And when they leave they get followed
Fall asleep with that bitch
And really don't know much about her
When
I take a walk I mow the grass
I don't worry 'bout
The years that pass
My wife is dead I live alone
In my little country home
I have my memories
KIll the ones that speak from a different life
Brewin other killer noise makin the sentiment...
Okay, welcome to the Kamikaze bottle rocket cockpit
Sound of Harlem in the rain
Sane now, bottle here to blame
Night owl, diamonds in the pond
Wife now, widow by the dawn light
Widow by the dawn
Red
come to your spot
Kick down your door
Shut down your shop
Stand over you
Bitch I'm a dog
Kick this bitch all in the mall
I got me the party stop
of their blood
flowing down one leg and up the other.
Memories outside themselves
in a twisted prank played upon them,
like dogs tired of chasing their food.
than nothing sorrow in my eyes
Could I stop the downfall of my life
Do I have a chance to take it back
Good memories drowning as time flyes
Bottle
Flashing lights, barking dogs, crying babies
Fusing into headache inducing symphonies
Faustian forces after me, gettin chased by Mephistopheles
the socket
Boy You gotta bottle rocket
Some say that my wrist too flashy
I stay great like mr gatsby
Why so long I been the topic
I got cash I don't deposit
is like hangin' yourself at a.....
I know you thought I'd be locked up
Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up wit' JD doh', crazy
To the memory of Rosin the Beau
To the memory of Rosin the Beau
To the memory of Rosin the Beau
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin
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