Lyrics:
but back came Rob
To the same old game
"hee-hee yo, what's up to y'all, want to hang?"
"yeah sure" they said on the quick fast
"by the way anybody
wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
If you wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
Bet you never see my niggas pull up to the spot
I just signed so many
There's an intruder in my house
He cut my phone line, can't dial out (shit)
I scream for police, but I doubt
They're gonna hear me when I shout
the good die young
If that's the case I guess I'll be dead by 21
Should I have some kids now
To carry on my legacy sorry lemme stop
My thought are getting
Gangster Red, whats up yo?
It's a Tribe thing
Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente
See a gang, no there ain't no jugete
Rollin like
Gangster Red, whats up yo?
It's a Tribe thing
Madman gonna get cha, quick with the cuente
See a gang, no there ain't no jugete
Rollin like
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
and went as a fucking zombie though
Rollin up with rob zombie dragula bro
Burn through the witches and shit, fuck he mean though
Now I'm wearing corsets in
party, party
Never gonna stop this party, party
Go Big Red, go Big Red
fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because
We were barrelling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
'cause growin up I was never the logical one,
Packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son
With a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped,
I
We were barreling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
the spot
Twain, o.c. the cut layin'
A stew of empty gas in my tank
A buck thirty lookin' ugly think, but it ain't gonna stop no show
Ol' burd puttin
"everybody wants to hurt me" (what?)
Paranoid, so I strike out at whatever (uh)
The closest thing to me is gonna get it, but never (uh)
Will I kill, I think
Showtime (flamers)
If you sippin' on somthin put
It down right now get Money
We bout to get it poppin, this song
Jahlil Beats
I like my rosé red
falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying's not for me
Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain
By complaining
on the floor
They never go outside for fear that if they do
They'll become... Zombie Food!
In the middle of a night there came a rapping so loud
The family was
for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining
Because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me
It won't be long till happiness steps up
Gettin' chased by a cop
He's got nothin' to say
Stop
Hey, you'll never get away
Breakin' the law
Quick on the draw
It's a stick up
I'm gonna kick
Question for the the maker and it's aw yeah?
This the way it's supposed to be huh? Alright
Sippin'
On a glass of red wine
Right before bedtime
amazing
And she's into me
Lips like sugar coated gum drops
Code red, I think she made my heart stop
Gonna tell her I love her
As soon as I can catch
When Willie met Ronnie he was runnin' up a track
He was bent down, burned out, carryin' a sack
Come on boy, you got to stop and help me some
I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip hip hop-a, you don't stop
Rock it out, baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang
The boogie,
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