Lyrics:
I've been down and stuck in the dirt
But I got a talent for making it work
I ain't poppin' no percs, but I got some perks
Give me a second; I'm goin'
getting killed by supremacy’s
Got me feeling like a panther in the seventies
And all my brothers locked
And they aint granting no clemency
Praying for
They ain't trying start shit
I've been through some hardships
So even by my lonely I got something to make yo heart skip
Why you aiming for that
makes me jump
Got black to asian, and caucasian sayin'
That's the joint, that's the jam'
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided by the
Black
can tell by the fumes
Run up on me you get put in a hurst
You won't catch me lacking ill shoot at you first
My shawty got put him in mud, ugh then they
(Rhythm)
No currency, peace is what I'm maintaining,
So currently green ain't what I been chasing,
You know what I do? I just stay silent feel
I been loving me now and it’s such a vibe
I been digging deep down healing what's inside
If it ain’t for real baby I ain’t got the time
cuz I been
//
- Took my bumps and bruises/ in that Cubic Box// You ask um what you doing, I ask what you got//
- Call me Irving Curry, Crossed over , took my
to come original
All entertainers
Hear why
To come original it ain't nothin' strange
You got to represent you got come full range
Full range
to come original
All entertainers
Hear why
To come original it ain't nothin' strange
You got to represent you got come full range
Full range
every time that I'm out of weed
New girl she black and she got a lil' Japanese
Aye-Aye
I can't comprehend
Because you be speaking capaneese
You ain't rich
got ocean eyes
I'm pushing 30
And feel deprived
Cause I know that my niggas ain't have to die
And I'm far from finished
I am fueled by the power of all
be penny squeezing
Bro ain't got no guidance
He'll shoot that bitch for any reason
Swear to God, I find the coldest bitch
I won't do any cheating ha
ain't a thing I never had
Sweets seek so neat gotta move your feet (whip, Whip)
Everytime I play the beat, ladies get up out they seat (Whip, Whip!)
Guess im goin let her have it
And i aint got no problem fucking with ya
If you do got a man
Just keep that shit cool he dont even got to know
Im looking
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
old, didn't have it anymore
Before he got hurt, he was the best freakin' tackle in the NFL
Even he was told he didn't have it
Stefen Wisniewski ain't
(Araabmuzik)
My nigga was hungry, went got him a plate
You broke, get out of the way
They look at me now like, "He gotta be paid"
I look
Floyd hit 'em
It was never beef everything was soy wit 'em
Ex rhythm hunter, used to enjoy rhythm,
As the years went by he learned more wisdom
Always
Thinking it's sweet naw we on his ass
He gon pay for this
Bad lil bitch she got sass
Shoot my shot can't miss
Run up the bag get me a ticket
Then ima
I ain't never had shit
Not a pot to piss, window to throw it out of
Sherm got me high get your ass in the shower
Took one pull, shit told her it
I'm just sitting there rolling my green
All of these fiends
Asking me how 2% a hit machine
2% he got it overflowing out the wallet
I'll be so high, I be
We in dis bitch 30 deep taking the roof off
Got the game by the neck in a noose trynna get loose dawg
This ain't no spoof huh they unsure what to do
the light
Genius ain't measured by some school district marks
Baby go head, show the universe a champion
The 144000? It can't be them!
Young mastered
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