Lyrics:
hard, I need a woman that rolls by God
And the only man she loves is Todd
But will you be around when the raindrops fallin'
Or could it be you never
Let's start the year off right man
(That birthday s***)
Dip-set man Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky, Killa
Enough, let's do it Killa
Up and now
catch word of a logging gang up against us?"
Roaring Jim squinted at the pine shanties and said,
"No, man: I ain't heard a hoot about any competition,
edelugo jim jim
Obim na aku gbim gbim
Abum a striker oluwa is my defender
Yeah
Steady paper chase no dey tire me
We no be the same ma lo kapasi
What
you'll lose!
Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
EPMD "that's right!"
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is
her but she's even changed area codes
Was it that bad, what I did?
To hell with it, I go to my man's crib
Oh, his name is Bezo
The type of power only
All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?
Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I
the milk-white hand,
And by the leylan sleeve,
He's lain her down upon her back
And asked no man's leave.
With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
Rummy Ski Ski
If the nitbags phoning
Mans rolling uno
Thats facts (facts facts)
I got grub on me
So smelly, you'd think
I stank (smelly)
I can't
of shavin coke is goin down the tubes (that's a wrap)
That's why I'm downin booze, I stay surround by dudes
That chew down my food, bon appetit - chow time
How I get robbed in cali
I be with cali thugs
Got mobbed in cali
Yeah that cali love
Come chatter mouth
Have my bling black is out
Stick me what
don't hold it, lovin' that potent
I'm drinkin' and smokin', it still got me goin'
These bad hoes is gruntin', their booties is pokin'
Out them little
Every night my girl crying "Come home to me"
No! Come home wit me
Where there's so many cops that the block is boiling
The food is spoiled, but that
it
I do hip hop because this talent I got it
If she is your wife that pussy for me is not it
Living my life with my set of rules
Evading fools,
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
need help Because the black man is God
The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help So this is to bring
the blood effects but yeah
I'm sorry that is my fault and in result of actions on my behalf I'll
Apologize to your daughter man, but the awful fact that we
calm minds provide protection
Neglection of your health is the best way to get swayed
Manipulated by blood spells
You eat food containing fear that's why
south alabama come a country boy
He said I'm looking for a man named Jim
I am a pool shooting boy
My name is Willie McCoy
But down home they call me slim
come with heart (some heart)
Rip apart any obstacle that you face don't let it park (don't let it)
Inside this drop is suede and leather the dashboard
Rollin through the block bumpin Jim Jones So Harlem "shit is getting funny to me"
I got a hundred on the sack
Wit my buddies in the back
Dreamin bout
of the brain that stores the sound
That is heard consequently, calms all sequentally
Mentally pokin in the fluids that be quenchin me
Thirst for rehearsal,
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone
Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?
Is it heaven's wide streets that you're tying
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