Lyrics:
find a friend, you have a foe
Think that we're crazy cause we like havin' fun
Make it minorities but never simpletons
Don't hear us on the radio,
black, well-done beef cooker
My tre-eighty kept me crazy Dunn, she had me whipped
In the whip high, riding by, ready ta spit
She like to talk shit,
shirt
at least when rabbit tried this he was fucking poor as dirt
but me standing here in my fucking Ralph Lauren
surrounded by a collapsing crowd
gotta do is learn some manners
Women and men, DJs and rappers
There's nothin' more to say, this meeting is adjourned
And if you don't know by now I
Inside hidden towers
In a glorious land
Where superior beings punish mortal men
They're not human as they appear to be
Their purpose here,
havin' a hard time holdin' these alligators down, woo
(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)
Frrt, frrt (ooh, ooh)
Ooh
Ooh, ooh
I just saved gangsta hip hop,
said don't hold in you got to write about this hell
Well momma you had a born winner and I ain't crazy
I'm a survivor hell I'm a 80's baby
The streets
the situation,
But wont air your business out girl, cause that's a bait ting,
I seen you at the station like its work your going,
Money have fe mek so just keep
a hard-won place of mystery
Touch it, but can't hold it
You work all your life for
That moment in time
It could come or pass you by
It's a push of the world
too crazy)
Check this bitch
Bitch, I'm a rich nigga, right now (bitch, I'm a rich nigga)
I'm thankin' my haters for keepin' (ooh), my name hot
days of shocking splendor
But as time advanced the lovely days were covered up from view
By an advancing melancholy haze that hovered near the dew
Yet
I'm an astronaut baby
I'll work in the night
I'm a certain kind of crazy
I'll live in my mind
I'm a deep sea diver
I'll find ways to breath
fucking dope, well at least that's what my friends say
Lyrically a sensei, muy caliente, comprende?
Thursday to Wednesday I be so crazy
It's not what I
my women back home, we're constantly arguing
And I must be crazy 'cause all I'm obsessing with is
Her MySpace and face book and who's commenting
I
Maybe you’ve asked me meet you here to tell me
That you wanna try and work it out
Oh let me down gently
Well I, I couldn’t claim that things were
soldiers we can barely fall asleep
And time and time again I'm feeling incompetent
Cos my women back home, we're constantly arguing
And I must be crazy cos
It's been two weeks since I've seen my kids
'Cause my ex-wife won't take my calls
They changed my shift at work
It's getting cold and my
I'm Country,
You can tell how I speak, I've lived by the creek.
Cotton fields and pickin' tress are my earliest memories.
I'm Country,
Ain't
Have you ever been swindled by a swindler who lies
'cause he wants to see you smile, have a good time, be inspired
And he doesn't want for you to cry
killer, who works by the phone book
For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here
My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with ghonnerea
On the mic I
Daddy's girl, she works the night away
Through tears and pain, she makes it day by day
Once her heart was weak
It was aching for more
She was
I might just go harder than water cement
Andzi nge va heti, there's too many men
Andzi va rileli, I'm too very?
Lava vangani lahla, I'm sure they
Everybody yeah! Ya know it's Bustacrime men
Everybody heard about us come on
Everybody heard about us
Everybody heard about us
Even if we curse
the smoke and the fire
They were cut down
I saw, as the brave men
Died, by their thousands, forgotten
Their names carved upon a white cross
The rows stretch
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