Lyrics:
Mmmmmm I woke up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
I woke up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues
Give me your
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
the bag with the bankroll
Or else your momma gon' be mourning like Alonzo
Then I be stuck in county, now I musta started fighting back, 'cause
He was 17
(feat. Young Jeezy, Juelz Santana & others)
[DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Woo we nikka (listen)
[Young
How you doing sir?
Hey how you doing?
Good. Real quick man, reason why I stopped you, you know it's a 55, you're doing 91
Uh, I-
What's the hurry
but
I got the same ambition
Same mentality, the same intuition
Besides a little money
Man ain't much difference
Still got the same bob when
I walk with
uh
Man see I remember when I was like fifteen years old and my dad took me to the studio--
I know this is random I'm just trying to take you guys
The Seagulls sing to the ocean’s band.
On the beaches Balli park by the Bob Hall pier.
Barefoot in the water; sinking in the sand
Reminiscing old days man
of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man and Prince was
the motherfucker who
Give me the cash to do the job
Corn on the cob
Motherfuckers trynna bob their
Head to $uicide
Bitches thinking that my heartthrob
But my heart
We were barrelling' down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light was on our tail
He said, "You were doin' 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go
tuppence for your old watch back
Old iron, old iron
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun
He'll get by, without his
them old niggas hold the spot
17, when I worked my first dope spot
Now let me teach ya how to stunt
How to hold a Glock
7-1-3, I can't sleep till I see
make out in the deep end
When I dipped my head under, come again
Burrs stuck to my socks
Pinch every few steps on the way to the graveyard
Old man
Age 15 I had nothing but wishes
16 got vicious
17 lost trust in bitches
Age 18 didn't need no mistress
19 years old
Didn't trust a soul
20 years I'm
play, me not get stop
Respect Abubaka, respect Mandela
Bob Marley tell the dread rasta world
Stevie Wonder
If you live by the gun
And you well well
smells like biscuits and vegan bacon, welch's is just a jam I am making and of course a stance I am taking.
Today I am just an overture, Luke come on man
Christmas to you, my dear Bob!”
And Scrooge was better than his word,
He did it all and so much more.
And Tiny Tim didn't die
The man stood always by his
Not Danny Dyer g17, fight fire with fire
God loves a trier
My man sat on the fence, he got smoked
I guess I forced him to make his mind up
If I ain't
the man you should run 'em by
In the fire, been tried
Affected the way I been wired inside
You can hide or glide
I could've been deported
That's
Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch
And the hoe don't wanna fuck
Like a man I'm a beat my meat
And get my fuckin' nut
Fo'sho she gonna be drove
high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old
Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch
And the hoe don't wanna fuck
Like a man I'm a beat my meat
And get my fuckin' nut
Fo'sho she gonna be drove
[Intro: RZA]
Yo, the great Digi
"What are you looking for?"
The World's greatest mind
Bob Digital
"Man with no mother"
[RZA]
Yo, try to cross
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