Lyrics:
younger, yeah, I was clueless
Had no idea what was going on, dad would sleep yeah, all day long
Come home from school, nodding on the couch
Tried to wake him
until the day that I die
I love all of the family I keep 'em by my side
If you put us on that list your only spreading lies
So just take us off and stop
sun'in' like (uh!)
Two times (uh! Uh!)
One more time, hit it! (Uh!)
Wha? Wha?
Let me take you by the hand
And talk to you just for a while (uh huh)
Nite, yeah
Ayo kid, for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
'Cause I say a rhyme
Making big slam after big slam
Getting to the bread, super rich
Cuz family on some blue shit
Ride or die, you a lie lie
Looking at your friend like get
and time
Aliens is you and I
Eye see through your facade
Ha Ha
Nice try
Think you a nice guy
Come from a happy home
Water always staying on
Got cable, TV,
supremacy
We've already known America's not our home
We're just citizens with no representation of our own
But we pay taxes, some as soldiers for the chief
she’s got it in for you
Cherry might just drive on by
Next time you’re turning blue
We’ll move to Berlin
Stop being drug addicts
We’ll cycle and swim
Stop
Really I was flexin', but the girls they were fine
I'm the type of guy that notice subtle signs
When I cuddle mine, she ain't even tryin
To look sexy,
the bars dry. So now you're in the middle of someone terrible and you're carrying a tiny crucible. Every raw boy want relief. You tough guys with the glass
never comes
I'm at home with my colander sky
I'm just hanging with a friend
I don't need this storm to end
I'm in deep with my colander guy
It's you, you
and its beautiful
Sweet lies defeat lives
Sour Tears are cried, as the fucking years go by
Let the beat energize
In the streets we scream the songs to make
the man back home
Some real shit
Yo yo my little bro
I hope you're doing well
What I'm going through is hell
And it don't seem real
And I can't hold it
everybody's totaled
By the time I get there
There'll be nobody home
Don't get me started, just get me stoned!
Don't start the party with out me!
Say it one
shine on me, shine on me
I know the fact by my side
Like the belt keep me tucked in
Black enterprise why I held my circumference
Attached to the nice guy
[Wyclef]
Ladies N gents
Back by popular demand
Its the G&B with Carlos Santana
[Product g&B]
Li we in up in here its not a game no more
You
seven digits cuz u know I gotta get with it aint tryin to be committed all I want is just to hit it
Creased up anchor blues shaved head with a polo
I never grow up
Don't want to shrink in a suit
Don't want live just to suck someones bones dry
I'd rather die
Each time I think back to my home
Prohgress)
*RING RING* Pick up the phone!
If it's the bill collector tell him I ain't home
I ain't got a bankroll, you heard me singing the blues
But if they
granted, she sleeps by the phone
Waiting for a call from him
But it seems he's never coming home
Fourteen beers later
He is there without an answer
Once
puff
Brother rocks Dougie but its uglier on that other stuff
I'm saying no weighing only about 175
I sound like a heavier guy but we high so
and now
They say chivalry is dead
And that the good guys are hanging on by a thread
Well, I say good riddance
'Cause the roses and the ribbons take their
don't cue the strings,
It ain't over 'til Beth Ditto sings
So how could I ever quit
My position? Don't fuck with me - celibate
Groupie go home, you
even find a snuff can in the pocket of these old wore out faded
Blue Levi's
Well I'm a cowboy
On the rodeo circuit
And when it's time to ride Well I
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