Lyrics:
SUPERCHARGED by Kwanza Jones
City streets so pretty
Shopping malls so busy
It feels like Christmas time again, yeah
Church bells are ringing
Carolers
Lil hoe
Throwin it back
Window
Tinted is black
Big boat
Cost me a rack
Mink coat
Blowin this stack
Jim jones
How you can get wacked
Jim jones
How you
ring
Crying in misery
'Cause it won't spend one more evening
Staring back at me.
It may be by choice or a small inner voice I can't say
When you
spotted like Spuds McKenzie
I'm high powered, put Adina Howard to sleep
Yo, pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but, uh
Back to you Maybelline
We are in this together, they wanna replace
Our voice, our face, computer generate
And actors we see, the struggle is real, real
'Cause I, I, I
Kalikeezy, Young ?? why you keep doin it to yourself dawg
Her jaws are full get back she'll holla tomorrow
[Verse: Loon]
And we don't stop, no ma
What's the problem
Always complaining when there's chick are starvin'
What type of game is this?
I used
spotted like Spuds McKenzie
I'm high powered, put Adina Howard to sleep
Yo, pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but, uh
Back to you Maybelline
on record mayne
What you expected mayne (uhh)
Bun and Pimp is back so just respect it mayne
(yeah) we affected the game
(game) we are not gonna change
down the road
But you didn't wave back
You just walked on by
Alone by yourself
Till the day you die
And I guess the truth and freedom before us all
Don't go! Don't go!
You can hear voices bleeding through those warm Latin nights
Memories are lost and found
Leaving broken hearts all over town, all
Your breath is sweet and weak
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I
voice by a
Mile and I'm going to
Use that i have a trillion
Dollars worth of voice
I hang out wit my the girl and my
Daughter everyday there's no place
flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
Your breath is sweet and weak
Your eyes are like
Two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight
Your hair is smooth on the pillow where you lie
are out and growling slaughter by the seashore see the lifeguard drowning sea is full of fishes fish's full of china china plates are falling all fall
Standing by the ocean watch it tear away the shore
Glide out upon the desert, the horizon is the door
And though your voice is shouting above
Like a cobra they will strike
And like lions caged we'll fight
We were taken not by choice
They put anger in our voice
We were fearless but so
Hear my voice, where you are, take a train, steal a car,
Hop a freight, grab a star, come back to me.
Catch a flame, catch a breeze, on your hand,
that you say
Pop! mish mosh up in the brain
I'm on my cycle
Highways, my ways
Are up and down like the dow jones
I rock these microphones
I don't
they pull guns on you like
Come up out ya hood, it ain't never all good
We roll up in backwoods, nigga get to actin' stupid
Get thrown in the back woods
When The Bees Are In The Hive - Bill Monroe
(Bryan/Mills)
By the mill stream sits the Miller's pretty daughter
Her cheeks are like the first red
I knew you wanted to tell me
In your voice there was something wrong
But if you would turn your face away from me
You cannot tell me you're so
that crack music (nigga) , uh
That real Black music (nigga)
The only singles that I'm
Dropping are the ones
Flapping at the band of your white briefs
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