Lyrics:
want's to
I only want him to live if he wants to)
This is the last track that I wrote for this album because I keep prolonging the inevitable
This is
it got me nauseous, nauseous yeah
So much fake love, that real shit rare
Cloudy day cause It's smoke in the air
I've been out here with the bros for
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
on a mission
They hooked, we supply the addiction
Only multiplyin' addition, no division
Drive the coldest edition, exotic bud twistin'
Got it out the mud
of mine (yeah)
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Air out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't
of fresh air the woman's in command
Pussy sweet Supply and Demand
See females like we, we love to put it down (Put it down baby)
And when walled up
to everyone on this album:
KayelaJ & Eastside Emperor - Scooter Rogers
Thanks to Purple Matters for recording them
Much love to Green Light Studios for
a pen and pad
Driven by the days
On empty tummies
It was
Just the five of us
Me Tripp And Jeez
Dukes and S
That's real love
Through anything
We
still want to know when the album coming out
Ask the teenagers, OG's and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don't
still want to know when the album coming out
Ask the teenagers, OG's and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don't
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
the heart
And the branch told me
From the burnt lacerations from the rope years later
That he struggled
His air supply cut off and so was her love
Swinging
In through the nose
And out through the mouth
In through the nose
And out through the mouth
Breathe in the air
Breathe in the air
Breathe in the air
niggas won't even kiss ya
Fuck the niggas we gon' air 'em out
Supply 350's till I wear 'em out
Supply 350's these pairing out
Niggas tuck they chains
I'm on Pluto getting domed by indigo hoes
These smurfs love my hose they really petite
Makes my dick look like 2 feet
Turning green they envy
How I
"Fly" Snuka
Tomahawk dunk on all of you five-footers, uh
Speaker knocker, this that 45 woofer
Slaughter guys, and this hit was ordered by the Butcher
the whole city popping
Air Force One we mobbing
Met a bitch the other day
Say she go both ways (Me too)
Heard them niggas think I'm crazy
Told that nigga
[chorus]
I've never had love for the feds,
But I've always had love my slum,
I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
So all my people
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
on something that’ll rub em wrong
Same time gotta rub away
I got the tables turned
Same hoes I would love to date
I’m a haircut and a hug away
But .. my heart
hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin' right, fuckin' right, alright
Uh, so much for bein' optimistic
They say love is in the air, so I
Hold my
love, that is slavery
I shared all my dark secrets
Everyday I'm surrounded by my demons
The way you played me, god damn your such a genius
I drop
to share it with all of you
And clear the air a little bit
Say it all from my point of view
I haven't seen you in a while
All the dust has been settled now
loved
Oh love
Love makes the world go round
We only wanted to finish the album with the minimum amount of effort
Which we are now doing very
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