Lyrics:
the end of me
There ain't too many that can rock this skill
Now tell them boys to chill
Playing with fire
The shit gets real
And we all cavemen, still
Busted out to the halfway house
At the top of Undercliffe Road
You and me and your motorbike
In the ice and drifting snow
3 a.m. and empty, the city
allocating Mallon by the alpines
Stat, jowl line choppin up his wonder years
Druther's go forever undiscovered here
(want air?)
For the rabbit ears at your
struck by greif to maintain and rearrange my life
styles fast gaining living life so wild how you like me now moved out
the house you ask why im so lucky
to bitch in this niggas I roll with
You Never know who on parol next nigga gone get
Locked by patrol when they roll pointing a full clip
Crooked in my city
a gas with light skin and the exotic got his body stuck
Makin' plays up by my granny house, used to get them off
I cross the creek with just a few, I'm
and a butcher knife
Another strive
Had it coming survived
Raised by dogs
Cracked the locks
Fixing the machine
Hand me the torks
They coming the orks
Running porks
Common cool, he was a proud young fool in a kick-ass wal-mart tie
Rippin down the main drag, trippin on the headlights rollin by
In the early
to a ton-ton
In other words, I duck and make the cargo drop
In simple terms, I stop and rock the spot
So I'm working on a new anti-gravity design
In
a matter of bein wack or not
It's about - who got your back when shit gets hot
In the crowds, I'm cultivatin props, I grow rocks
And stock breaks,
let me hit it
Ladies chase me and bustas scheme
See me caught up in the twist as I bust this dream
Too fly when we cruise by
Me and my Westside
is big
My fat ass dick in the mouth of yo girl
Rockin her world
Neva rock a curl
Niggas know pop a perm
Im on the scene while I sip the lean
all that shit back in the day
It's total, total lack of self-respect on his part man
[Verse 1]
Surrounded by all these little piggies
Round a pool
still chase the note
Steady on a roll so we hunt it like antelope
Man shall not live by bread alone that's a holy quote
So anytime me ah step out me I’m
December night
We're in the car, I see no lights
We drive outside of the city to grab a bite
The pancakes are just as I like
Everything good comes to an end
her baby, yet we talkin' 'bout this nigga Bruce a lady
That ain't shit, nigga, huh
DC niggas legit now, yeah
See Black kids gettin' killed by cops
Two-thousand-and-what? y'all cowards bout to get a bar
And mines is gritty, spent a lot of time in the city
Mindin, my business, grindin, I'm high-saditty find me
Now
She comes from Sandton City
She has got her own fur coat
And personality, she listens to the radio
Impulsive, ready girl
Shaved his head, come
Timberland the boot
Kush is by prescription, prolific in the kitchen
People on my dick because I'm vicious with the diction
House shoes and some khakis
Jayhawks play tonight at eight-thirty:
We're all dressed up in the crimson an' blue.
Momma's pissed by the house bein' dirty;
Daddy's got his eyes
[Chorus]
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
You know who I am, you know my motherfucking name
Long Beach is the city, Dogg Pound
stanze
You coming in pairs, then two bodies by the stairs
Nigga we bang with the best, the models to rest
Create drama, rock armor, Smith & Wess-ons
Blood
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
the opportunity, knocking my door
Imagination of an eights year old
I feel you by my side
There's flowers in the pavement
To filter out the crime
And I'm an egg
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