Lyrics:
overnighters right by the motel
Drug money outfit, record clean
Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team
Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real
handle
Whether you do music or not, you wish you could sample
And I had to live through the scandals, public humiliations and breaks up on camera
It's
from Missouri
Fought for the gray and Quantril
Caught up by the battle and the fury
Back when just living was hell
After the battle was over
happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman
Twelve shots up in her dome, damn
Niggas thought we slept but the architect sent
The Pentagon's from
like John Lennon, "imagine all the people watch"
We rock like Paul McCartney from now until the last Beatle drop
This morning, I woke up
Feeling
overnighters right by the motel
Drug money outfit, record clean
Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team
Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
what happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman
Twelve shots up in her dome, damn
Niggaz thought we slept but the architect sent
to your mom
Sweeping these rappers up like it's a chore, who want more?
I'll leave anybody two times four
Dropping pounds in London like I lost weight
You broke, you mad
Turn your swag, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up
See I'm a rock and roll all-star
A hip hop legend
I eat the track up, now where is
part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne
John 15:13
Words and Music by Bob Hartman
I wear my seatbelt in the car I buckle up for safety
I run for cover from the storm
I wear a band aid on my
gets me goin' now
Never sell, never sold
Live by the code now
Never tell, never told
Darts I throw
Like Clyde with the finger roll
I'm from, we don't only talk the talk
We walk the walk, be-X, baby, New York, New York
Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di
South Bronx, New York
(evil laughter)
[Chorus: x3]
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
[Verse one:]
I heard your CD is wack
like John Lennon, "imagine all the people watch"
We rock like Paul McCartney from now until the last Beatle drop
This morning, I woke up
Feeling
(ooh)
Smoked that boy like he is a loosie ya (fah, fah, fah)
On the Xan, hear a noise I load it up (I load it)
All these diamonds ain't nobody cold
rights
The Ash-ites will add you
To the un-American list
Along with Allen and Milton and Dwight
Social Security's a Bolshevik plot
Cooked up by some
know where it would head
If you livin by the gun
That's the way into debt
A funky message from beginning to end
Been tryna make me do what I used to do
a headache and im so poetic
And life is a madness
London is pretty
This city is butters this city is both
I call it my home and its live,
Days will go by
to conceal it (to conceal it)
And if you mess around, you gon' make me reveal it, ay (ay)
I'm a West Coast original, black John Wayne
Where we from we
show
Drinkin' beer, screamin, "Sing 'Shove It'"
You know, even John the Baptist wouldn't be welcome in this place
With his coat made of camel
matches loafers it's lookin' crazy
Dutches pumped up, plus I live in Macy's
This is Theodore, they call me Starkalicious
Cause my tongue game, is
running for President."
"Live from New York, it's Saturday Night."
"Elvis Presley died today at Baptist Hospital in Memphis."
"John Lennon was
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