Lyrics:
(b. andersson, b. ulvæus)
Scaramouche
(instrumental)
Varför ska det vara så seriöst för, alltid?
Nä, I england
sleeping time
That's when we rise
We start to swing (you think we so judge you)
Our clocks don't chime
What a surprise
They ring-a-ding-ding!
Happy New
songs
Watch all of my people that they tryna trample
It's time to form and get to lead 'em by every example
In the bathroom, you wash your faces with
on the wheel
All about the mothеfuckin'
All about them dollars bills
I pulled up, they smell the smoke
My window was barely open
Give the roach to whoever
Now there's two ways we can do this
Keep it real or front
I know you got what I need and I got what you want
And the hunt for soulmates is all
up my kin, gotta get my son back
Cause when they coming through that system don't give a damn about you, you
Everybody gonna die, gonna go one day,
but, hey, we want thangs
In the ? lets see what quest ? seas
Eightball slippin, Dogg Pound trippin
Back in the mo', where we don't give a fuck
My
don't give a fuck about fuckin' tings no more
I don't give a fuck where I made my last check, I know I still want more (want more)
Used to care about
on the side? (Side)
I know you about to lie, lie
All these niggas on my line
But two wrongs, they don't make a right (right)
Something you should keep in
f**k it up
You addicted to the high that we call love
And you stuntin' on them n****s so they can't touch
Yeah, gotta make it jump, gotta make it jump
In
and leave brains on the curve
Why you blockin' us
Baller Blockin' us
You niggas can keep tryin
Ain't no stoppin' us
Niggas baller blockin' so they
sneakers, I signed my first skater
So you can pay three and buy yourself some Bapestas
Bulletproof under t-shirts because they hate us
Do like Snoop say
It's like I'm glowing about the animal attraction
That grows between us
And then my friends ask me just where the hell I've been
They think I'm crazy,
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
for the fuckin' rats
There won't be nothin' left of money but a soup bone
Big motherfuckin' DMX from the group home
Niggas don't mean what they say
lookin' for me?
But I ain't do shit, could it be that niggas thought
I slept like B.I.G. and Pac did
May they rest in peace, but while I'm alive I pop
Certified we be stacking this mail
Lead the way they be following trails
It's two tears you could give him a pale
N****s sick i'm just wishing them well
coupe wit da Ruger in it, M’d up I don’t really give a fuck bout a another N***a politics, O.T wit a two piece new face so u know they gon hit, spending
lastin'
This little town is gettin' wild as hell
Check the penitentiaries and all the jails
If they could lock us all up that would be just fine
Got my
up the effigy
No chance to take it slow
By now I'm sure you know, know, know, know, know (one, two, three, four)
Get up and go
(Who) they want
about shooting each other'
Whatever happened to brother brother
We like thugs when they attack
And we like crime when it's black on black
And isn't
they're two-faced and too fake
Wait, you went to Auradon Prep?
Nope, wasn't even called that yet
Wow, that girl was super rude
What's her problem?
slip out of my hands
People say forget about it, move on, but see they don't understand
You're nothin to them, but you're so much to me
So much in
That got us goin' crazy
Shawty got a history
(a sexy freak you know)
Keep em trickin' then she send em
(tipin' then they gone.)
Ridin' round at 3
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