Lyrics:
it up
Till im been around
Shows i was missin ya
Imagin that all
Coming back kissin ya
Eating ice cream
Then i lick it from her lips
Sipping shap
the bounds of excess before you see what's next
don't ponder to the extent
You will know when you're not vexed
Some can't handle so they get dropped quick
Off
serpentine word cursing flows
From my lips and they hit every inch of your shit
Energy grid - Locked by Divine Writ
The Word made flesh - God-like when this
your sister, rape your sister
Make your sister take it in the face
And if you're facing us, block off a 30 block radius
I throw more blows than boxing
Shawty you're the One, One, One
Shawty you're the One, One, One
Lets both get away tonight, Shawty you're the one
Baby you look tight like some pliers
Lips,
cnd a walk like Tyra!
She on that runway setting it on fire!
cin't no chick Flyer.
Shorty is a Diva!
If you get with this chick you just might
If words can heal the divide you're speechless in your ride
Your lips will wait tonight for me to run this red light
You lie sweetly on my chest
Bond
hands up
So keep your hands down
Your whole damn squad is fraud
Beaugard to the front to look hard
It's kinda odd
want to be a superstar
But you're far
stop me now (who, you?)
Every album offered me a glimpse of heaven
No parentals, uncensored, guess I snuck into the Restricted Section
These Dark Arts
taste your sweet, sweet lips
I make up my mind to abandon the ship
And man, oh, man, she's crampin' my style
I look in her face and see your sweet
and the gun in the store
and ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
Hawkins
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
Daddi with a "I" girl you're doin'
everything by the book Nate Dogg tell 'em how she looked
Nate:
Girl ya lookin' fine so fine I wonder if you'd like
[Hook]
You hear a lot of music, but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows, but don't enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums, and you snoring
But
but a feeling
It'll pass on its own
But I could pick up the phone (Yah)
And give you a ring
To see if you're home
But before I unlock it
I feel the buzz
roulette
Don't really give a shit 'bout you say
Got a real chill album on the way
Now they hit me like hey there sway
How you doing by the way
Don't you
liquid tracks like a Wave Runner
(Who is you?) red Foo and dude stay butter
Word is bond and I'm glad you know it
I'm just a poet
I ain't a superstar in
of the pain I can't even fucking cry
Tellin me that you're in love that's another fucking lie
I don't even know you're name but you're hanging by my side
Bitch
does it come from?
It comes from me scamming the dumb ass bum bums
Jesse we have to cook, but we do it by the book
Millions of dollars, yeah thats
of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
you
Need to crush Count Bleck
Just fight by my side!
So you spit upon my offer?
You have wasted my time
For that, your game ends
I think I'll start with
will live forever, my fame will be maintained
Now some can't feel this, and some feel can't that
But all can feel a track that's produced by Battlecat
So
I'm a rebel! I love rebel people!
You're not equal, you damn creep you
I, wake up in the morning with my game face on
And play hard all day, word is
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