Lyrics:
letters under candle, delivered by camel
Layin in a dug-out channel's kinda hard to handle
So I say a little prayer to my maker in this blood filled place
shaggy's three dogs were trippin on me
Laid out on his couch a smooth nine foot three
They don't fuckin love me no more, I stand up
And put a hole in
killin' these bitches)
Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
a lightsaber
In Seattle, it's just me and Twizz'
I hate you boys more than I ever did
You rappin' 'bout shit that you never did
My dawg in the can like
going need a little more
(Talking)
M: Going on by my way
I can't do nothing for you no more
can't trust not a
Soul inside these streets
I made a video out there in Copenhagen
So the homies can see
To let 'em know it's more
Than just Pamela Lee
and shells in the lambskin
Two deep by Pelle Pelle
Westside how they felly fell
More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather
Worn by the great Rakim
stressin' that I'm livin' wrong
But I got my Smith and Wesson 'cause I'm gettin' grown
And their lookin' at your little boys success
And I been thinkin',
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if they have parental
a little less
maybe we’d find a way out of this mess
if we could open doors a little more
would we find a way back to how it was before
lets settle the score
have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady cryin', 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)
She's never been anywhere like this before
Everybody's so out of control
She was in a back room
Full of strange aromas
And noises and candles
That
And see the succulent light from the little fires in his eyes
Pulling shapes out of the night
She was enchanted
Then it's twelve o'clock
light
From the little fires in his eyes
Pulling shapes out of the night
She was enchanted....
Then it's twelve o'clock
And the last bus is gone
oh
It's more than what you bargained for but it's a little less than what you paid for
My bowtie's come undone, my microphone hangs limp on the mic
the liquor to myself
Got a little wealth so I gotta thank the Lord,
Couldn't do it by myself, got some help from Colt Ford
Now we in a Ford, and we travel
dirt
Come out here to Californy,
Just to find me
Some pretty girls
Ones I seen
Gets me so horny;
Ruby lips,
'N teeth like pearls!
Wanna love
what he or she look like or no matter what he or she do
(God, she preaching right?) Aight
Well, if you fall in love, you can fall out of love (true
to God, I guarantee he send it back
Multiply it by a hundred times, y'all remember that
That's just a little jewel to get the monkey off your back
Uh,
to go back
To the way it was before
You're always on my mind
And if I make it out alive
I'm gonna talk a little less and listen more
The policeman
a little bit less to give
But you're effortlessly a majesty, and I've got nothing more than this
Don't focus ahead of us
From all the pain and the blue,
not?)
From out of Indiana like bees from a hive
Came a little known team called the Jackson 5
They came with a mission impossbily tough
To whip the Dream
need me a bitch before it turn ten, uh
I'ma need me a front and backend, all cash stacked in
Ridin' around town and I'm downtown
Big boy gat, I don't
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