Lyrics:
live, whoa oh
I'm singing out to all my friends,
This goes out to my girl
I'm gonna stand up
cnd let my soul sing
Sing “Hey bring it on world”
I want
can sing, I can dance, I'm the king of romance,
Are you sweet young ladies gonna give me a chance,
To doowutchyalike?
And get that thing packed
the good? (c'mon!)
We all ride! All live and we smokin' the good. (we all liiiive!)
But my nigga on the reel to reel; (reel!)
We move stock 'til we not
One brother working hard, no chill
First one getting paid big bills
Lil brotha looking good like a Fabio
Big bro work hard or we adiós
Little bro show
and doowutwelike,
From a lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime,
Come on, young ladies, let's have...[Good times]
And doowutwelike.
Now, I can sing, I can dance, I'm
by a long shot
We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat
And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot
I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying
how they murder son
Tired of them killing us, I'm on my way to Ferguson
Talked to TIP, I talked to Diddy, them my brothers walking with me
Mothers
mountain town
"Well, good morning, Stan"
"Mom! Can I have eight dollars to see a movie?"
"A movie?"
"Yeah. It's gonna be the best movie ever
It's a foreign
ain't learned their lesson
He wants to enter the flesh divine
By dropping a kind of semi-sweet line
"Your honey hole so fine and mile deep I'm gonna
ain't learned their lesson
He wants to enter the flesh divine
By dropping a kind of semi-sweet line
"Your honey hole so fine and mile deep I'm gonna
Look, we just rolled in, me and three of my friends,
Got on my boots and jeans, I’m a redneck king.
Saw Jack and Jim and some good time shine
school shopping
It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister
All hopped in the car
We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall
MY mom
Fuckin' with that Prince I keep a bankroll
Livin by the land, PA by the C
Any nigga fuck with Bun he gon' die by me
I'm my brother's keeper, not no movie
I guess it all depends on where you come from
Surroundings are gonna dictate the needs
I'm out, I want to live around lakes and trees
And I'll be back
school shopping
It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister
All hopped in the car
We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall
MY mom
f**king streets is where I gots to live
F**k what you saying 'bout me
I'm sittin'on a couple G's and smoking weed
I'm free
Chorus:
I wanna be free
No more
salad
I'm gonna give you some damn good advice G
Break out, before there be some sugar honey iced tea
'Cause now you're comin in the danger zone
to give
So these mother fucking streets is where I gots to live
Fuck what you saying 'bout me
I'm sittin'on a couple G's and smoking weed
I'm free
I
Dancing
Unbothered by your antics
Life is good is what I'm chanting
Had my ups and down but i'm here Still standing
Thank mighty lord for my existence
at a high velocity
Maybe possibly she had the hots for me
I said if we're playing games then we're gonna play mine
I'm a lay the rules 'cause it ain't
was funny.
But who's the dummy
now you done lost the hustler
my down-ass brother gonna be replaced by a bustler
and though I got love for you
I know I
cower
Ducks we devour hour hour after hour
Three man riot, you can't deny it
We're so ill that you can't defy it
Gonna live, positive, forever,
wrapped up, and I gotta kill
Don't act tough or you will get real
Nickel bags don't, be slick
I'm feeling kinda good, I got an itch
Its time for your
the frog?
Kermit: Uh, that's, that's Kermit...Kermit the Frog.
Rowlf: Oh...Rowlf, Rowlf the dog here. Pleased to meet ya.
I'm no Heifetz, but I get by
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