Lyrics:
to the heaven I'm so dope its
A weapon raps one big casino I'm plottin ocean eleven aye I might have sold the least but I still
Manage to most feared by most
account done ate a moose, uH
WHy the car ain't got a roof, uH
Crib still ain't got a boost, uH
Black Hippy witH tHe caps lock, wHen my album came
Best
every album a museum
When I bring my people freedom, they gon' smile like Mona Lisa
I'm married to the game, throwing the rice like Condoleezza
We
(hahaha)
I smoke loud, loud, loud (dope), love gettin' high high high (yah)
Ain't no drive by's (nah), bitch go bye, bye, bye (bang bang)
She gon' suck my
To cut off pathways, and there's no runways or doorways open
For the jokers who ain't focused
And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue
I dropped banger albums back to back
Whatever it takes to put the city on the map
The lost souls just keep fallin through the cracks
Ridin in our old
'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
Ain't afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my
the purpose of doing all this talking
Summer '88, or was it '89
Or was it winter-time, ah, nevermind
I'm in my room, boomin' drawin' LL Cool J album covers
Jah is watching you)
Man a wah some do a likkle bomboclaated
Weh feel like them because dem album charted
Well all bad card will be disregarded
No
Już za późno mam oryginał mieli czas by mnie zatrzymać
Wita cię spalony żongler świadomy swej formy ciągle
Tu gdzie pierdolony kompleks rodzi pierdolony
Listening to Britney
Her new album
Back to the Noughties
I went from 8 to 18
Everything from a nightmare
To Beyonce sweet dreams
Moved from Brisbane
on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez
motherfuckin' Real G's
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*
Yo Dre, what's
From the west side
Where the cowboys roam the night
The Monte Carlos rumble by
Under these faded old street lights
Whoa-whoa on the west side
[Intro: Killah Priest]
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to +Priesthood+
If you purchased this album from a store
Or you got a copy from
a day that I still been sober
These the things that I'm tripping over (Y'all motherfuckers made 3 albums)
Still talking about the same shit
The one
Thank you for tuning in with NahTheWiz
You know imma just get a couple things off my chest real quick before we really get into the album
You know
album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you
them make me feel alive
Class of '23, I'm sure that most of you don't care enough to listen to me
But either way this album should serve as a memento
How many artists can say they have three albums right out of high school?
That's what I thought, yeah
This what they waited for
The brand new Auggie
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
She was thirteen and good we had a hotter date
It was just a number she never told she was knocked up
By the end of the summer chick almost had me
Yuh, yuh, okay
Look, I'ma just hop in that big body tonka
I'ma just fuck on your bitch for an whole album
Keep talkin' this shit, you not with
you or I
Alright, alright says Baby Blue
Who doesn't really understand
August was a heavy month
But winter came at last.
*written by Bob Geldof
*taken
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
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