Lyrics:
the valley of the gods
Sign your name on the dotted line above
Yeah, I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah, I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah,
hard to drive straight
Imagining gravity-defying happenings stalled out in my driveway
Parked sideways for more than four out of five days
The other
I'm the law, lord and master
I'm in the F-150 Raptor
All i do is grind and ride
Merch game homicide
Shittin on your nine to five
Ask me how I'm
Memphis recording
Yours were scented with Coco No. 5
We wrote stimulating things
I could tell the truth
Or I could tell a lie
Or say the right thing
down puts chains on me
(Eat caviar, be cavalier, five and dime don't cut it here)
You think you're going nowhere, think you're going nowhere now
You
The sign of times when the population's like who is this?
But it's 'Plex, I start a craze like sex
I got more styles than cinemas at Sunrise Multiplex
of weeks
And these days I've been struggling to breathe
Because I don't get nothin' for free, so let my body be free, yeah
You can't harm me, five racks
hating
And I'm too grown for explaining
I am Gemini
June 14th
And all the famous rappers got a sign like me
And all the famous rappers got a heart
We danced together on the roof at the party,
5 stories removed from the trouble on the street
The sun arose revealing goose bumps on your arm
the G you heard of
I be makin' it happen
Come on
[Chorus]
[Payaso]
Where my homies at?
Where my riders at?
Throw up your gang signs and grab
Scumbag ting, honey, I'm sick
Rudeboy, I can get gully like Blittz
Rule number five, man, you know we never mention the price
And I treat that money like
zehn in Germany, der Rest sind Majors
5te Hand, 40 Cent pro CD - nicht mein Ding!
Sign die Street, wie Bajramovic, deux deux neuf ma ville
Banlieue
independent bin mein eigener Chef
Wenn ich irgendwann zu alt dafür bin, sign ich bei Ex
Trage Kleidung dieser Marke mit 3 Streifen am Set
Abgefuckter
deep inside, though I thought about quitting
Until I realized that the game don't give a fuck about feeling
Now I'm here to make change up out you 5
The only car on the road flossin' nine gears
Cause I arrive and overdrive, set to rip it live
And I'll be rippin' this shit when I'm fifty-five
Dead
chilling rocks, than you do for ten ki's
Take five G's, then about ten beaks
Fifteen cats promote, twenty thousand the first week
1985, that's when crack
Now my dead end street
Is a cul-de-sac
For every acre gone
There's five new Cadillac's
Well I know I'm too young
To get so damn strung out by
can reach the masses
Give them what they want with this pen that's plastic (Life)
I got a message I'm a put it in a bottle
Sign the bottom
of your body tonight.
Whoa, ev'rything's gonna be alright.
Let the music take control of you body tonight.
Now I sign a couple of autographs
Take
the bible
Write our own scriptures
Scripts kitsch fixtures, pussy lickers
Tongue blisters, the ol' school five-one-sixers
Opposite of winners, played
that shit last
I was used to have no cash, I got gat
White trash, why they want to sign my ass?
Ninety-two the whole industry was on my dick
I signed
Mix 'em all together and your work can be seen
For sixteen miles by the naked eye, not to mention T.V.
The American media, greedier than the average
Yeah
US5
I like the way you work
I like the way you're teasing me
I wanna be your fantasy
Girl I like the way you move
Seen you from across
early
I'm never late
I'm in at 5 and out at 8
Running just to keep the pace
When I'm tired I put on my bravest face
The sign said "Go Slow"
And lord
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