Lyrics:
a man and a woman
Brown-eyed girl across the street
On rue Saint Divine
I thought this is the one for me
But she was already mine
You were already
The fear of loss is a path to the dark side
I'm the new Jedi, I'm the new Sith
I'm the only nigga that won't ever quit
Give you goosebumps every time
Please young man hey you gotta hold on
God is with us I know he don't write no wrongs
Listen to me
I dedicate you this song
Let you know we out here
that’s my everyday
My ’69 drop ain't got no ashtray
I smile a lot, but baby girl I do not play
Aiyyo, my man Phife Diggy
He got something to say
I like
real
1500
Ain't showing no love on harleys
Dropping the top make it topless
She get on her knees she top it
She give me head Dennis Rodman
Call her
play, Chris Childs play, this is grown man rap
Posted by the bar holding a scotch
Don't know what time it is, you got too much gold on your watch
Understand it when I shine, all your light is through
Ya niggas wack in one language, I'm nice in two, fuck is you
[Chorus]
Que eso? Tu no sabe mi sonido
(huh?)
Man, my opps ain't no killers, they don't got shooters
I'll box a nigga up, Skilla Zab Judah
They said they said I'm a bitch, who started that
a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my mellow
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings, make 'em cool, sell
stand
We selling all different brands
Brown green or yellow we got it man
Premium poop like manure
We got more shit that the sewer
If it's 'bout poop I
do it for us but us
Friends n Family won’t do it for us but us
No one will but us
See No one’s got us but us
We’re all we’ve got
No man’s an island but
[Esoteric]
My blows landed, those they froze stranded
Most by most branded, for life I'm precise
These so-called perfectionists must have no
I wish I wasn't I wish I had emotions but
Man fuck Bruce he a bitch
Bruce them waves is fake
Where your durag at?, you can tell by the shape
Fuck out
ain't exact
For the past four or five she was banned by the pack
Hip to the witness, putting on a plan
No money, no more Puddy Tat for the man
Jack
Boss
Where is relief where is the snaps
Where is the Ps where is the racks
Beat too cold man I can't hold back
Dick got her hoarse ain't mean Bo jack
watch
And that plot is contagious
Talkin' WikiLeaks scams, dialogue
And Ed Snowden they want him dead for the
Lies that his head holdin'
And by lies i
class
I'm just surrounded by these lowlives
And I run this bitch like it's no lights
Goin' hard the whole night 'cause I ain't
Goin' back to my old life i
knocked the door off
Now swing me down on Rochelle Park right by that motel
Keep the car running, he think it's sweet, so he licked
Hold that, what is
she doesn't wanna fk on the first date - No
this ship is sinking and I'm your first mate - No
Let'ssmoke up like it's your birthday
full up ah liquor
Cause a home is not a home
When I'm alone and I still miss you
I cut out the emotion
Accept there's no devotion
Understand there's no promotion
Be a man
a body/
Then shopping at barneys/
Im copping dont care what the cost is/
On top of the cake like its frosting/
Circle surrounded by bosses/
These snakes in
what you sell
I barely pay for my drinks, doin' well
I tell 'em there is no need for the glitz
I don't need sparklers, they know that I'm lit
I'm
through excuse me gotta get by
Sorry no I can't slow down for nobody gotta the island on my back
Drove around pass the pile up got the miles up on the max
an asshole like Dennis Leary
Leave you crispy like the children of Kadaffi
You couldn't get no justice if you dug up Thurgo Marshall's body
My career is right
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