Lyrics:
jsem Jaromír Soukup, když se zfouknu
K snídani jsem si udělal rezeň doma v toustru
Teď vyrážím řešit byznys do města, mám spoustu
Schůzek s lidma, co by
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
Homicidal, vinyl section, where they always found me
By the motion picture soundtrack with Richard Roundtree on the album sleeve
That's my era shit
Musical
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
baby (nasty)
Oh, the cooties (it's the movie, oh, no)
They comin' to get me, runnin' (runnin')
Touched by the unloyal
Trust, I had to shower for
pisania w zasięgu wzroku wygrana
Za jakieś paręset kroków jest szansa pooddychania
Moja oaza wracam do niej co album
Taki los jest już bardów się nie głowię
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
very impressed by
The viscosity of the environment
In his new album, "New York, and why
I think it is bitchin" bob Garder
Disguised as an elderly surf
I got an 80's ghetto blaster in my car
I wanna drive to a place so goddamn far
The week pass by, so many nine to five
Sunny days and music by my
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
I stay focused on my grind
Till it's time to shine
Get high enough to push the very limits of my mind
In my space and time
I'm flexin by design
I see
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
If you see me in
defense on Gary Peyton, I got the locksmith
Cooking up all this music, I'm bout to drop shit
I said I'm not him we two albums we dropped in
Keezy locked in
Cos her boyfriend's up
New age rapper
Blew up on TikTok
Claims he's a gangster
But the album flopped
Guess it wasn't drip enough
Label's dropped him
the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse
Me with other crews in my city
Cause I am the hardest
I'm still caught in the wheel
Luxury car livin', I'm island hoppin', the album's droppin'
D'ussé, champagne and Henny gallons poppin'
Processin'
I'm like a ghost
I'll be living in a dirt room
Waiting for the day to be closer
To the window when you're home
I'll be standing by your back door
[ea-ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
Trying to show me much love
Cause a motherfucker just dropped an album
Now they wanna kiss ass
But hold up
From the album fairytale
Cat's a-sleeping in the sun,
Eyes take heed the colours call.
Sunlight patterns touch the wall,
Red kerchiefs sail
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
62 in 1959
-Words and Music by J. Leslie McFarland and Aaron H. Schroeder
(Ooh)
They did the Wang Dang Taffy-Apple Tango
They did the Wang Dang
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
takin' subliminal
Cause they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white
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