Lyrics:
brother praised him
But that's when I was little, I don't really like any of his new stuff
Whoa, wait
I know where we're goin', wait, why do you have
even if I don't get it, at least I got the chance to sing with Maiden", and sing, you know... and so I thought "I've got this far, I don't really care
you, I love you, that's all day
Why is my face red, it looks like I've been cryin'?
Gangsta's don't cry baby, don't even try it
[Chorus]
Yeah
because it's not a crime
Relax you vibe because hype we no join
Gal', bubble when you feel the bassline, 'cause
From head to toe you finesse
Jah Jah
WHOMP WHOMP
In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this
Got wit you
F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6Talk it like I bring I feel you need this, deep shit Sleep
it's gone I don't
Fuck with nobody rather
Be by my lone
Never fall off y'all trippin feel like
Paul Wall Still Tippin got
Too much hate inside my veins
sweet (Huh)
Beauty in the storm when we dance in the rain
And it's truly in the form how we see everything
I feel like the only ONE
I feel like the only
part three, or it might have even been part
two, I don't know. I can't really remember, it was too many days ago...remember I told you they kept me in
and Paul’s crib with the pool in the back
Long UD drive reminding me of when Sky was still alive
I never thought it’d feel this good to be back
In the burg
I
niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buckshots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore
Slick
Used to get 'em by the hundreds nigga, you can ask Slick
Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick
You Know What It Is
I can't even lie
Thinkin', "I want me a bad bitch when I get big"
They hug on the corner like California king
Cold hand all up her skirt, cars whistlin' down the road
See,
.
Whenever we talk (talk)
It feels like we had somethin' strong (strong)
And knowin' it's wrong, we tried to do this thing before, but when you coming real
Everybody home, ain't nobody gone
And I got all my niggas around
It feel good, don't it? Getting hood on it
And I got all my niggas around
I got
no’s, 2 many Ls
So now I don’t compromise
I was expected to lose
I like the spread, but it just raise the odds
I ain’t threatened by nobody in the room
I
I feel like I'm Chris Paul in this bitch
Ima pull up and rock out in this bitch
I told the security, open the door
But I ain't even showing up in
& let it bloom
What am I even saying, I don’t know
I don’t know, I don’t know
What am I even saying, I don’t know
Sometimes, I feel like I’m complaining
a hundred, give it to this guy now
Everybody, you don’t know what I mean
When I don’t rhyme
I don’t know ‘em sounds like it seems
Everybody, bring around, sow
anything up as
Low as Nicole Arbour
Not even me when I'm dissing my own father
Or asking, "Where's your certificate
Obama?" oh, MC Lars
Your tracks are like
don't even take it slow
Cause any given day could go
And I could see my death date
Feel my last breath take
That's why I go and get it now
I be like shit
when I'm out there like an ice cold catacomb
now in the storm, got ya rollin up the window
keep your arms in so heat up
when it comes too
I'm goin' off
Not even held up by a hurricane
Rap is like traffic, and I'm in the turning lane
You could have a nametag, and I still don't know your
You don't do that type of shit when you in relationship
And you a hundred with your mate, so don't go acting like no saint
'Cause it's a two-way
even (tryna get even)
Haters mad for whatever reason (let it go)
Smoke in the air (hey), binge drinkin' (ah)
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle
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