Lyrics:
Get the fuck from round here
Smoking by the gram
Bitch we blow it by the pound here
Winning is great and that's why I keep doing it
Chopping it up
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
I was depressed
Feel like I did not have a space to call my own
Fuck a tastemaker, gatekeeper, hip-hop's my only home
Blacklisted by some, top ten
ways
South, South East, West, south west, east
North, North east, North west
And the black and white images fade
To great sound waves
Track my
the brain
By my count of ten--the head won't move
("And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen--the human brain.")
Haaaaa!! Here we go, everybody!!
All you
A GAME
THATSSS RIGHT
J DOUBLE E Z-Y
LIVE MY LIFE STACKIN PAPER FUCK GETTIN BY
GETM IN GETM OUT IN THA SAME NIGHT
TOLD MI NIGGA TIP GREAT MINDS THINKIN
that treathened Heavens
seven wars were so fought
the dead rose
led by the darklords of Hell
The last war
meant the end
of Hellgods'
old reign
Dark
[Chorus: x2]
[Dre]
No, I ain't never been pimped by the system
That's because I ain't no slave
Don't be trying to sunbathe, never lived off in no cave
his dials and smiles
Secure in the beauty of military life
There is no right nor wrong
Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs
And blue skies
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
of routine
Scans his dials and smiles
Secure in the beauty of military life
There is no right or wrong
Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs
look good
Those a hundred proof nigga tell you different, he a liar
Drop 1 album, set the world on fire
I will not stop and I wont retire
You niggas
blood-o-type
(KING)
He was born perfect,
And just like the great white shark,
This guy has never had to evolve
(Chrous x2)
Try to do as my name,
of liberty how free he once was in our society he spends the day leaving his white mark on the statues of great man 'cause he remembers how he used to hate
to your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype it
Your album, rewrite it
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause
I just don't get it, that's our only difference
The shots I seen don't come on Insta', come in five by sixes (FOREVEROLLING)
You been a bitch but
a king (hey)
Every day grindin' hard with my team (the American dream) (yeah, oh)
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake
That's why
niggas we deep in this bitch, right?
Stacking on them niggas like 'Jitsu
I'm a Great White you're fish food
We should talk face to face like men do
But
Order now before the sounds of sexy soul get away
Hey y'all, I got a great new album in the mail today
Finer thangs, hoes like (Yeah) dough
Malcolm X would be proud this white bitch is getting black mailed
Blue wide cracker named Ginny, and skinny
And Obama wanted change, I threw a couple
album
It's gon' be the second album
If it's not the second album
It's gon' be the third album
I'm not tryna say
I'm a come out and sell ten million
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
control of space
I heard about a great new movie
That took the world by storm
People said the effects were groovy
The plot was personnal
The garbage was
wear my
white boots (X2)
VERSE 2
now don’t get me wrong
in the back of my jeep there’s boots i’ve worn
to the ground, but in a crowd?
best believe
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