Lyrics:
the waiter a hundred dollars
To keep the ice cold, alright?
We the last guys to keep the wise guys code alive
If I can't live by my word then I'd much
The mascaraed blond from the Berliner bar
Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze
Black leather crackles, cold water runs
As she touches
off
I'm tellin' you better watch it, or be a victim
Be a victim, in this white man's world,
? born black, in this white man's world, no doubt
[Chorus:]
And the gold she lay cold in their pockets
And the sun she sets down on the trees
And they thank the Lord
For the land that they live in
Where
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
thought we could sit forever in fun
Though our chances really were a million to one
As easy it was to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell
stood toe to toe
Where life and death collide
I stare death right in the eye
Pain sets in now my life is in
Agony my blood is cold and
If I die may my
the only way
It's frightening but it means they'll stay
Together they're gonna make it together
His blue Morris van is parked in an alley
Just by
foe
He stood and lied by Putin's side
Defending Moscow's point of view
Tweets his wrath at the Democrats
Denies his lies to hide the truth
It's a brave
There's no path to follow
There's no path to follow
There's a line in the sand
Put there by a man
By a man whose children
Will built castles
Cold
You know the yolk it's spreading from
You laugh as people scatter 'bout
Surrounded by a veil of stars
You realize your life is dark
numbers
Hunnid bodies in two months
What we call cold summers , bitch
Graveyard pack
Jail house crowded
Black rain, black rain
Jail house pack
Graveyard
shots and gettin tipsy
We always wanna party cause she sexy as hell
And if i ever get in trouble bailin me outta jail
Cause she a stone cold stunna
or a gang
and when we die, it seem like nobody cares
It ain't no love in they cold-hearted stares
Thinkin' of payback, of makin' a hit
Now Cowboys and Indians
baby now
I loved her then and I guess I love her still
Hers is the face I see when a certain mood moves in
She lives in my blood and skin
Her wild
baby now
I loved her then and I guess I love her still
Hers is the face I see when a certain mood moves in
She lives in my blood and skin
Her wild
to die? You think you can fuck with them thug niggas?
Come on, tell me the truth, nigga. Look in my eyes. Bitch, we get live. Bone thugs-n-harmony,
it's all on your face
You ain't never been proactive
This is pro-black hood, wrapped in Backwoods
Yeah we stack good and still show black love
Like
the pact a deadly whim
Faisoned hammers wielded straight
Cursing us back to hell's gates
Black magic force that's taken it's course
The world lives in fear
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
Who care where you came from you ain't prepared
For when the pain come this nigga scared shook to death
From a cold stare stuntin knowin my brothers
hangin'
Your head,cold kiss it goodbye
Stand up for your heritage,rejoice
In the fact
Whether you're red,white,tan
Yellow,brown or black
'Cause,He is
in cash and she's gonna survive"
Look at the clock, pitch black, it's 11:05
Hung up the phone you know I put that shit in Hyper-drive
Then I call my
fine
I know just what I gotta do
Play the game of happiness and never let on
That it only lives on in a song
Well there's nothing you can do
When you're
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