Lyrics:
you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift
And no, this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the C-P-T
On a robbin' spree,
interviews)
It's clear to see they wanna be me
Hit the road, E-X-I-T
My flow, they B-I-T
Shots thrown but I-D-C
Go home or do it B-I-G
My throne, they
line
I 'd given him at least oh 25 cookies
Guys in bars remind me of my dog
The way it takes you so long
To choose the perfect table
If you remind me
the weight
(Float right on by)
(Float right on by)
Reboot my mind, get me off the assembly line
Help me grow from all the pain
(Float right on by)
Break me
Matthews Mark Luke and John and Revelations line at a time
It lasted four hours but not one left their seat
God's power had been given and delivered by
A
I thought I'd take a detour, and see the old home place.
E G#m A
I could have found my way back with my
is none
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall
have all these underlying problems
Thinking he can try and solve them
I'm outside chalking up drawings on the sidewalk
And in the front drive talking
is none
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall
the skinny jeans
Yo maar jy's dandy ?
Soos the vokken kak jol by Assembly
Why do I call myself the Ninja?
Because my style is so motherfucken nasty (Is
Whatever
Ask me that question again
Who am I what am i
Look at my face the eyes don't lie
If I was with a smooth tongue
Used for fun
I'd take a look
enough cash in the bank
And there's always another scheme
To be played out on the world by the one's pulling rank
And if you'd ask me if I could stop it,
on the tape, Donald-D break
Syndicate comin' through, I'm talkin' to you
Flexin' hardcore, what could you do?
When we roll up, you send your girl up
for you
On the front lines for you
Bring on the pain, the ball and chain
Be executed for you
I'll cover for you, take a hit
I'm your alibi
I got
-are-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-are-I-S-O-N-E-are-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-are-I-S-O-N-E-are-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-are-I-S-O-N-E-are-S
j.d. - I crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold, like a lost
the ass, I came to hurt 'em and crash
300 soldiers commandeered by Paz
A million listeners supported my camp
Who would've thought the boy from Texas could
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
We started out moppin' floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one
chevrolet
I needed time for some thinkin'
He was just passing by
When I caught that boy's eye,
And I swore it was winkin'
I was thirty-one,
He was
(12Hunna on the beat)
(Goddamn, BJ made another one)
If say how I feel
Would you really listen?
If you was all mine
I'd be all in
Came up
gangsta shit?
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E
So fresh, so clean, back with Stankonia, Dungeon
The letter said he was reported dead
Near the front lines he'd been found
A mine blew his jeep into a twisted heep
And I still hear the sound
Of the wheel
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
We started out moppin' floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one
is gettin' peeled
So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield and
She got hit and now she's yellin' (don't leave me)
I told her I'd be right
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
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