Lyrics:
Burl Ives - I know my love
know my love by her way of walking
And I know my love by her way of talking
And I know my love by her suit of blue
But if
I said bitch, it's a flute, not a dick
Don't suck it
I been hot, hot, it's a hot boy summer
Big boss, Rick Ross, I'm a big dog stunner
Tik-tok, wrist
(talkin' 'bout ghetto life)
(In the ghetto)
"Never mind who you thought I was, I'm Rick James, bitch!" (applause)
"Cocaine is a hell of a drug"
I left, out of Tucson, with no destination in mind.
I was runnin' from trouble and the jail-term the Judge had in mind.
And the border meant
Since the day we met
Babygirl you been stuck on my mind
Come through come and keep me in check
Make sure that I stay on my grind
Me and you we could
he needs Jesus in him
But the Devil run the T.V. so the demons in him
I'm in trouble
Did a deal with the Devil but now I'm pleading with him
Like
Boys tryna floss, act you tough shit like motherfucking Rick Ross
We all know you ain't the boss, work in an office, bow down to the labels
of our most immaculate tour guides take us all through the ghetto,
My nigga' Rick James
When I was a young boy, growin' up in the ghetto
Hanging out
and doubt
Trouble their minds day in and day out
Too busy a livin' to worry about a thing called love
And then I see a mother's tenderness
As she holds
By the way she moves
Ahead of her time
She can't lose
Rain rain rain
You got trouble in mind
Gets deep 'n' worse
Oh please don't stop getting
We left out of Tucson with no destination in mind
We were runnin' from trouble and the jail-term the Judge had in mind
And the border meant freedom,
say but it’s all by design
That’s why we have to break the double bind
Mind control keeps us in line
That’s why we’ve got to think outside
The blind
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
California on my mind
I Straddled that Greyhound,
and rolled in into Raleigh and all across Carolina
Stopped
When I was a baby I hadn't a care in the world,
But now I'm a man, my troubles fill my head,
When I was five it was good to be alive,
But now I'm
Chief Keef, my nigga Sosa
Kodak Black
Tyrese
Flava Flav
Lil Wayne
Rick Ross
All them dark niggas gon' get fifty-five acres and two hundred million
of our most immaculate tour guides take us all through the ghetto,
My nigga' Rick James
When I was a young boy, growin' up in the ghetto
Hanging out
I got two hundred in my thick socks
You can kick rocks, you can check my ziplock
I got big guap, bigger than Rick Ross
Tie the slipknot, you would be
surrounded by guns, killers and crack rock
Wish God could've re-edited that shot, I guess not
The L-O-G-I-C, open your mind, like O-ren Ishii
At fourteen,
hood)
If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talking 'bout
Ross
Yeah, .45 off in the ride
Four
the heavenly apparition appears
And we're haunted by our own minds
When the spirit comes in disguise
From these shore where we belong
I have seen the land
than love.
Most men are like me, they struggle in doubt,
They trouble their minds day in and day out,
Too busy with living to worry about a little word
An' a blue bird in every tree.
May there be silver lining,
Back of every cloud you see . . .
Fill your dreams with sweet tomorrows,
Never mind what
to a fucking cross
In my eyes Tabasco sauce
Meditation cross cross
Eating pears Rick Ross
Go to jail pod boss
Paint away bob Ross
Yes I got lip injections
Yes
Come outside and see a brand new day
The troubles in your mind will blow away
It's easy to believe they here to stay
But you won't find them
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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