Lyrics:
there'd be no West Coast without me
Cut with the bullshit (bullshit)
I struggle for survival and now you tryna act like my rival
Watch what you say,
again
And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ
No
the rain, kill 'em again
In a club or the streets I swerve, cool in the cut
Looking to see what occurs, crusin' the truck
Shorty got deadly curves
whisper gently this is what we live for, how we learn who we are
It defines us, ever reminding us that life never is more precious than this
From
time
'Cause I'm trying to do what I've loved, I love what I do
This music is something more different than the weed and the brew
That's why we
me
We don't go to the mall
We don't go out to eat, eat, eat
All that we ever do
Is play in the sheets, sheets, sheets
Smoke us a cigarette
And go
agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road.
I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt.
I couldn't tell her what my
that drove by.
I could swear it was her made me shift into high.
She's got those dangerous curves
And they're wrackin' my nerves
She always wiggles
key on the profile
Catchin' feelings is a no
Let me tell you how it goes
Curve's the words, spins the verbs
Lovers it curves so freak what you heard
time
'Cause I'm trying to do what I've loved, I love what I do
This music is something more different than the weed and the brew
That's why we
his
Baby is cute or whatever, but
For me, it’s bigger than who
I am and my presence
Living it’s about when I was
On Earth what did
I do to help?
DMC, we have a mid-thirties male found down, unresponsive
Possible overdose, substance unknown
Pulse is 60 and thready, respiration's eight
He's
don't rain
Sucker MC's are problematic
I love it when you hit those switches
A curve ball's what my pitch is
So here we here we come
Like dum ditty dum
I
what a lame (uhh)
Friends killin friends for paper, what a shame (uhh)
And everybody thinkin they players, what a game (damn)
I done seen this whole
gotta know (know)
If you with it girl I know a place we can go
What kind of girl do you take me for? (Hey)
Promiscuous girl, wherever you are
I'm
(L-B-Dub)
(Y'all know what this is)
Only thing that keeps me up (ha), when I'm feelin' down
I don't know about you, but I gotta keep mines
spree
Our focus, hard, unflinching
Straight-lined to those curves
Pandora's box opened and
Blessing turns curse
What have we begun?
Feeding a need
That
that's how he gets down
You need to leave the ground
'Cause he doesn't care for you
He doesn't live for you
He doesn't want for you
Nor is he down for
You wrong. What the fuck?
You niggas ain't thinking
What's the consequence?
Now I'm 'bout to get
Real deadly. Ready for the war
When we just start
Heyy-yo, heyy-yo, we speedballin..
Livin by the grace of God
At the pace of the Devil life is hard, we speedballin
With no time to waste
what makes him tick
Kidnap the Sandy Claws, chop him into bits
Mr. Oogie Boogie is sure to get his kicks
Kidnap the sandy claws, see what we will see
to wash them clean
History is mystery, do you know what it means?
Slaughter, kill and fighting still and murdered where we stand
Our legacy is lunacy,
stayin' home cryin'
I hate to watch him die but this is my cowboy's last ride
Cowboy remembers the old trails we rode and he's back in the saddle
We ain't jokin' no more, this ain't a game to us
Got a lot of hungry niggas that came wit us, we're dangerous
Cock back aim and bust
Lady Luck, Paul
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