Lyrics:
ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club
of the dream
You're livin' in America
Just make it what you want it to be
You'll stand alone on a long hard road
With a crowd that you can't see
Just
days
Mind on my money, money on the state
Can't judge a book by its cover turn the page
I like her on the pole that's her business nigga
As soon
a public servant
To serve and protect by the law and the state
I'd bust the punks that rape, steal and murder
And leave you be if you crossed me, I'd
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
By the mind state affairs classified and make your
Heat up and flare I swear
must be the worst day of my life
And it's true 'cos all I wanna do is be by your side (My life)
See yesterday I called her back
The day before I
Bush, rebuild the city, but
[Verse 2]
Yeah, over like yesterday floatin' to the floodgates
This is New Orleans, welcome to the blood state
A blood
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
s*** in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up North by milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer,
and three free passes
For me and two of my buddies to play a round of golf
And I ain't gotta see my ex future mother in law anymore
Oh Lord, when it rains
back
1 2 1 2
Ah yo yo
My, lyric is 8 ball
Batter up play ball
Fuck ya'll analog
Niggas we be digital, subliminal, come in
From the 5 star general
at the masquerade
You can tell in the verse if I get worse
By the chorus I may be fine
A line, my friend, can end the kind charade
Layin' in my hotel room,
at the situation they got me facin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the state
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching, got
And lonesome was more than a state of mind
You see the devil haunts a hungry man
And if you don't want to join him well he's gotta figure out someway to beat
you'll be true
For there is no doubt in my mind, I know what I want to do
And just as sure as one and one is two
Oh, you know I'll take care of you
I'll
you forget to put anything in
The longer you dwell, the more it's like hell
You sit by the well just making a wish
It would be a shame to take too
me that you'll be true
For there is no doubt in my mind, I know what I want to do
And just as sure as one and one is two
Oh, you know I'll take care
No, not because of cardiac
But because how hard he act
Ha, I'm recognized as
The microphone destroyer
Competition minds up in the state of paranoia
I
To give you a piece of my mind
('Cause you can't knock the hustle)
Who do you think you are?
Baby one day you'll be a star
Last seen out of state
And I was young enough
To think I was good enough to be his opening act
And in a cloud of smoke he took another toke
And counted one, two, three
And I
alarming how charming I feel
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real
See the pretty girl in that mirror there
Who can that attractive girl be
side of the door.
When no-one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor,
And lonesome was more than a state of mind.
You see, the devil haunts
you?
Looking at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost seven
Bill Gates state of mind with an automatic weapon
You might remember from putting on for the city
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