Lyrics:
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help
Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy
Water watchin', live my life in nature, only
Yeah
Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, check
rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne
Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (me)
Slick like a gato, ya boy Jay-Z
My pops
Take 'em out, make mine, kicked about it
Thanks to niggas who might make it illegal
And not rival the Beatles, and rock, rocking my peoples
And fly,
the
Price of the coochie
I'ma little too rich to fuck this broke bitch
The survey says, "By the streets according
Kanye more important than Michael Jordan
Got
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm witcha, I ain't mad
out of here
Because the High Street's dead so we live in our heads
Me and Sam we got a plan
Sixth form rock boys blue skin dreams
Staying up all
Yeah
Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, check
starting something Get out the booth
And lemme tell y'all the truth, we kick down do's
Save all the H20 for front rows
Live in the bank and watch for
man?
Duffle bag forever
Just left V Live
Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive
Yeah
Look, I got a big amount
I think I'm the biggest out
they trunks, super? about six
Lookin' like bricks, do I got the chips?
Hell yaeh, in the back of my Elco
Can we rock wit' you, I said hell no
Yo Yo,
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
just to keep out of the grave
And I'll admit you left me black and blue
But I'll learn to live again without you
Now your hats still on the wall, right
Yeah we're on/rhymes ??? imagine that
All punk rock must move inside, all ??? must move inside.
Come out to Brooklyn Town and Coyote Studios ???
Take me away from the crowd
Make me lie down in that field over there
We can touch the stars
And if we really want to, we can learn to live without
my bottom and my rookie out shopping
Street sweeper stashed in B court out Stockton
I know too many niggas that been shot!
By they former friends fuck
What what what, what what, what what, what what
Whoa
One two three, Mos Def and Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
Best alliance in
Holla at your boy, boys
When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys
I ain't a lame, on them Dana Dane's
Wiggie, you annoyed man, when the year change,
WISH GONE AMISS
(Hannah montana is singing old blue jeans)
(Hannah and Lilly go back stage)
(Lilly Looks out of Hannah's dressing room talking
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
make up your mind as time passes by
There's transparency in the shape of it
They stretch it out and follow it, in our lives
Passing in my motion
I
cocaine as it rains out
Am I to blame, try to stay sane so I came out-side
Where they rock with them thangs out
To clear my mind at the same time they
Rock to the left, rock it to the right
Rock every night
We shared our fat parts together
Under the blue chlorine water
It was private and quite
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