Lyrics:
talking to you by telephone from the Oval Room in the White House.
And this certainly must be the most exciting telephone
Call ever made here on Earth. I
Hit roof and tell PO could meet
Us at the Oakk Room
Niggas violate, killer told
Shoot they whole crew (boom)
Hit the groove after, play the boy
I had
Yea, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I ain't no killer right
But why'all niggaz gon' make me one
For real.. leave me alone, shit
You fuckin
to the throat
Niggas kill niggas for steppin' on their toe
A girl is a bitch and a lady is a ho
When anything goes for a little bit o'docey
Shit get cooked by
progress, a forward that
I've been lacking
It's time now and I hope so
Empty rooms, white white wall, "Holy Ghost" and the change
I don't know where you've
If it’s the glitter that you want
Tell me if the diamonds just aren't enough
Heat in here's killer, turn it off
Tell me if the sequins just isn’t
of the Peace.
Ah,
but it is the only way you know ..........
ii. THE ROOM
Live by sword and you shall die so,
All your power shall
come to nought,
a life that is based on lies
Struggle and strife from the knife and fire
Just get on by, you know
Cigarettes and black bees tea could it fill that room
have more freedom
matter of fact white folks didn't even gave 'em an election
Hook you up to an ac adaptor
too easy to mislead by the media
lack
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
than your name
Tell me 'bout the songs that you sing
In your room by yourself
With no shame
Ooh pretty boy!
Look at the way that you glow
Talking 'bout
white, so go pick up the dress that you like
I wanna spend the rest of my life
For me, you're all that I need nothing more than you by my side
I'm ready,
lonely,
I am but a young girl, working my way through the phonies.
Coffee on, milk gone, a sad light by fading,
Myself I touch, but not too much, I hear
reddens, rusts, and bleeds
And the curbs are haunted by the killers
Of memories of your back pillars
Where nothing wakens as it seems
All our rooms are
all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use
a nigga, "What?"
I had to call 'em to pick him up
I got them killers with triggers
That's waitin' in front of your house 'til the sun down
Hop out
hit 'cho liver
End of discussion, it's nothing, I eat you pussies for dinner
I got no time, for fake one, killers on the west side, with them real
Jew - Gentile - Black Man, White
We all want to help one another, human beings are like that
We want to live by each other's happiness
Not by each
give me flavors to taste
we who are sons of the wind
we know well the vastness of the sky
empty rooms in our home to be filled,
warmed only by
And in a dark, dark room
We open our zoom
And making dark, dark movie
So scary and so groovy.
And in a dark, dark screen
Just hear breathing in
Each
I ain't got no friends
(take money) yeah, I'ma do this track
West side! (take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Ha ha haha, hey fat boy
(take
Know that Them Killers
Always
Stand by me
I do not play with these niggas
But I gotta chill
Can't get blood on my all white gfazos
I talked to god on my
This is the story of a murderer
A cold blooded killer, a ruthless, harmless, slaughterer
I didn't mean to kill him, listen to me, wait
I was talkin'
answers
From the government to help our people
It ain't bout black versus white
This here bout wrong versus right
Taking breath from innocent people
Who
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