Lyrics:
Elvis Presley Sneer. You can try to catch up but the deal's already been struck and neither luck nor your trust are gonna be enough. How can we turn this
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
The county line round them Tennessee hood
I'm from that boggin' dirty Chevy
Swervin' 26's on the Bourban
Hit the stage like Elvis Presley you
Won't ever catch
And I, I wouldn't trade it for the world, world, world
And I, just so fucking lucky you're my girl, girl, girl
And I, I wouldn't trade it for
'bout my life and shit
I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit
It's kind of funny how life changed and rearranged
No matter what
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in-between
My pink Caddy's seats
Has the Presley presence been made undone, I've been shot by
Priscilla's Gun
Red like her dress
Strapped to her side
Tonight
they distribute on em streets
My world was constantly spinnin from the Rémy that was in me
And we ain't half-stepped on them blunts, we chiefed up plenty
I feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders
So much soul
Does anyone hear me calling
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
Often as I can and skim through all them bitches
To make sure I keep up with my competition (haha)
Hogger
cable
Nobody can contain me
I'm going crazy
Presley in my shadow, this girl wanna have my babies
So go spread the word, challenge me, meet your doom
Never
when I hustle my flow
These body shots ain't sexy, We Graceland, Elvis Presley
Every move be heavy, Aye yo kill em with the Ravenous
You probably really
the bed together myself
I loaded up all my equipment, and the first beat I made was, uh, "Heart of the City"
And Beans was still working on his album
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
means I'm going king like Elvis Presley
They call me rewind cuz that's what they pressing
I know it's crazy but I keep a dream
In my world nothing ever
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my f- mouth was nightmareish
Music
No further questions, you have passed my test
Happy people (yeah, yeah yeah, yeah)
Keep the world turning, turning
Oh I believe that, happy
Yeah yeah, what up my niggas
You know who it is?
It's your nigga, Styles
Holiday, the Ghost Pinero
I go by many names
I'm just happy to be
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
Well here I am out in my make believe world
Makin' believe I'm working
Makin' believe I've got a girl
But inside I know
I'm as real as I wanna be
Before i go id like to say a few things. this album was completed on january 15th 1991. By now the war has probably started and a whole bunch
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
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