Lyrics:
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
we like hungry lions
Possessed by the hustle demons
Y’all too lame and Nemo
Couldn’t imagine you in a lemo
Accumulating sats
No cap
I’m so gangsta
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
Can't lie my heart cries forlorn it's
So sly the devil hides his horns with
White lies, butterflies, and tulips
My time was better spent on limericks
'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for
The weed and the nicotine i can't sleep
Close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside
One
on the white pad
And I'm thinking of life, Anne
And wrong and right, Anne
And sometimes I'm right
And sometimes I might
Ca-can I find the light?
Still my
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
I am pursuing that number one album, worldwide
And fuck whoever doubt him
Under the spotlight, neither black nor white
It doesn't matter (do
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
you live them all
The lions have swallowed the lambs tonight
The lambs for slaughter were you and I
The lions wore collars, white as their face
Yo, wanna know something about my right arm?
I done flex so hard, I set off fire alarms
The fireplace's outta space with a lion's belt
Big jewels
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
The colours of your skin, stand out in the crowd
Shout it out aloud
Come on and let your stripes out now
Stripes, Stripes, the black and the white The orange
cold fishin' by the lake
Take a brain off rappin', 'member what happened
Listen reminisce and cold keep your foot tappin
Darryl and Joe cause the DJ's
[Young Jeezy:]
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Baby Girl I Cant Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha
and kissin your girl
Relax, lay back, unwind, cause now is time to chill
Setting the mood, by the use of this groove
Is an ingenious, perceptive, brilliant,
the trees is a lion's den
Harder than concrete
Softer than moonlight
Haunted by the moment I held in your eyes
I'd trade every day for that glimpse again
It's a white girl in town: name is "cocaine"
It's some dirty birds in town: Gucci Mane and Waka Flame
We flying, we buying, say you got more bird?
of the pack I’m a lion
Took a hiatius I had to come back to remind em
Clutch like lebron in the finals
Authentic can’t make this in China
My album a classic I
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
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