Lyrics:
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
wanna smoke
Underground to the top shelf
And I can do it by my goddamn self
I put some fire on the tip
High when I trip
Still fly on a bitch
I'ma
Tossing periods in front of false reps?
It's not the 187 when the 360 slept
You swallow the cake from the plate of elevate
Or you might get sparked by
the grass,
Tryin' to mock the way they talk, fun but all in vain,
Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes.
England swings like a pendulum do
now, or later?"
Askin' me!
"Kill them now, or later?"
Noon by the clock
And so still by the dock
You can hear a foghorn miles away
And in that
I saw a man hang from a cliff by the tips of his toes
in the jungles of the Amazon
I saw a man put a redhot needle through his eye
turn into a crow
that really how you feel?
Nigga, the internet isn't real!
Yeah, I saw a lady get fucked
In the ass by a goat
Laugh for an hour, that's all she wrote
NOW, or LATER?"
Askin' ME!
"Kill them now, or later?"
Noon by the clock
And so still by the dock
You can hear a foghorn miles away
And in that
worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgment of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I'll tip my hat to the new
I hit the block on 10 in a drop top Benz
You can go against the guns
But the Glocks gon' win
Lyrically killin' y'all niggas
But "I'm still alive!"
Is
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
in my soul (yeah, what)
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We're untouchable
Everyday the sun'll shine
Took
my person
By stating I'm darkly packed
I know this, so, I point at Q-Tip
And he states, "Black is Black"
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shovel
Where it all began
Everything was so simple then
Living life like our last weekend
Wish I could find my way
Back to wonderland
Carrie's in
There's a wood stove in the corner
There's saw dust on the floor
They've got a flashing neon Lone Star sign
Hangin' by the door
All they sell is beer
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
my person
By stating I'm darkly packed
I know this, so, I point at Q-Tip
And he states, "Black is Black"
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shovel
That crazy-ass nigga's back in the motherfuckin' hizzouse
The notorious Compton G
D.R.E., on the solo tip, fuck them other fools
What up, Ren? Yeah
me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles
tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire
judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile
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