Lyrics:
the vert like I'm UZI, son
Shout out to the hood i go back to
The days fly by like vacation
If I don't know nothing else I know to be patient
Let it all fall
Mommy, I can be your fantasy
Mommy, I can be your anything
Mommy, I can give you what you need
Mommy, I'm just begging on my knees
Mommy, I can be
anything
Mami, I can give you what you need
Mami, I'm just begging on my knees
But I'll be alright!
I like your eyes, like stars in the night
By the moon,
Off the rip
I be shooting forty but I only got a thirty clip
Call me a drug dealer by the way I be stacking shit
I be paranoid time to time and I
in a prison
Mentally disfigured, distorted, & puzzled by the piece/peace that's missing
He'll be your neurologist to diagnose the problem, evaluate
lakehouse
Spends less time with you than his possessions
Lonely all by yourself
He turned out to be like someone else
Feels like you've been here before
bungle in the jungle
Well, that's all right by me
I'm a tiger when I want love
But I'm a snake if we disagree
Just say a word and the boys will be right
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
on Sunset Strip
Yeah, ha ha
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
Players and pimps
We'd like to welcome you all to Los Angeles
(LA) , California (Here's
As I keep away from them
And as long as I'm alive, yeah
I'll be erasing them
No words, just drive by like we racing 'em
Plotting on my death
While I
you're not
Be yourself, by yourself, stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
Respect, walk, what did you say?
was eaten by snakes"
You can stab and shoot and spit
But they won't be fixin' it
They're lyin' and lazy
They can be drivin' you crazy
Swear
explode
Big, bad, and bold B-boys of old
Many styles we hold, let the story be told
Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control
So let the beat
learnin'
Guns bustin', tyres turnin', that's a Russian and a German
That's your phone ringin', you can hear the beep
You won't be saved by the bell when
Come here baby, we the niggas you wan be standing by
I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your cameras high
I got that street sound, I'm gettin
Till a patted wagon pull up and coffles my
My pants second I'm double cup
South side hustle inside
Hustle outside I don't give a fuck
I might be
before a celeb (before)
Act like a shark but get ate by the whale (grrt)
Caught him down bad, now your boy lookin' pale (baow)
Trap at the store,
(BJ on the beat, boy)
Why the temperature say eighty degrees and I'm the only one fucking cold in here?
Maybe 'cause you're the only one with all
folks town,
And fo, I forget to say you should have been fixture streets by MLK,
I ain't talkin' about the dope,
In talking about the raggedy road,
it feels
To be thick as a brick
And the sandcastle virtues are all swept away
In the tidal destruction the moral melee
The elastic retreat rings
the movies, started drinking [unverified]
My dick sucking some pussy is all that I'll be needing
Racia'll make your toes curl up
While she's licking your ass
away boys me time is not long
Wrap me up in me oilskin and Jumber
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
in American, boy, American
So's I can understand
And don't be dealin' off the bottom
Because ooh that's rough
Take five, five, then stop, that's
losing
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing
"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin'
With
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