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breakfast on the terrace. Hash browns and peril. Old ironsides or good ship lolli-popper, Davy Jones still got a locker, ak, the opera's more than docs
window
Before the music ends
With company by Dino and Sarge
I'd like to make one more charge at Vegas
You won't find me at that
Idiot wheel that spins,
and greed keep the people in need
from getting what's rightfully theirs
Cheating, stealin and double dealing
as they exploit the peoples fears
Now, Dow Jones
being
Trigger Happy Jack
You're gonna blow
But I'm gonna get off
before you go
My Trigger Happy Jack is just a
drive by a go-go
And after awhile
a sucker like Mop & Glow (that's word born)
Smacked a second time, but on a different assignment
And do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin' alignment
(that's word born)
Smacked a second time, but on a different assignment
And do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin' alignment
Cause I'm the cream
and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid
are hatching
In your Cadillac
Reaching for your jack
There's nothing we can tell you
Just a little queen
Dirty mouth and mean
There's nothing we
on her friend but we wasn't involved
So I ain't cheater (uh-huh)
By the sideline with my side bitch
Hope the jumbotron don't see us (don't see us)
DJ Clue
Desert Storm (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Vegas Jones
Roc Nation
The new generation
Let's go
The Roc Boys in the buildin'
Keep that good Book closed, while we stumble in the dark
Wondering why we keep bumping from wall to wall
I wanna do more than retire with savings
There's
But what more can I say
I've never been defeated
By a half steppin' mutha fucka
Clutchin' on the microphone
Sucker I'll break ya bones
Better leave 2Pac
I put my bitches in christian dior
I got cash but im tryna make more
I put my bitches in christian dior
Woah
I put my bitches in christian dior
I put
girth and length,
giving asparagus a much more pleasant presentation in the world's
supermarket vegetable business.
Dr. Abe Sacrabin's goal was
said "I'll be with you soon"
Dark lady laughed and danced and lit the candles one by one
Danced to her gypsy music till her brew was done
Dark lady
said "I'll be with you soon"
Dark lady laughed and danced and lit the candles one by one
Danced to her gypsy music till her brew was done
Dark lady
the kits want kit for kat
No licence
Fuck driving that bitch around
I rather make my line do mileage
Like Samurai Jack go mains
Samurai Jack go find em
Like
frightened by the Compton night stalker.
When I got you by the throat you better be a fast talker.
Times running out for your program.
Better hide from
a nigga to jack
Soon as I get rich it's where I'm givin' it back
It's cold out here, you gotta hold your own
I never knew what pain was until I was grown
Feel the wrath of his truth just
Like the cast from Nightmare
Whoever got the cash, the mic
They both right here
What more can I say? keep your sights
That puts me in a vegetative state or psychopathic condition
Subtract by addition
Realised my circle crumbled in size
The more popular I got
The lonelier
Doing what they do best
Dancing on the edge of chaos
And indulging in excess
Brian Jones invites me for a swim
How could I ask for more
like I'm blind through the hints, where did I make my mistakes (Ooh yeah)
How much before you break
What a surprise I ain't sure about how much more I
more than that if you from where I come from
I never went to school in Cypress
Or tried to be more wavy by just changing up my dialect, I
Keep it honest
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