Lyrics:
kinda sound like Barry mother fuckin Manalo.
Why do you call yourself a nigga, I ask you' that's the only type of bullshit that you can lay tracks to.
I was way off track from start
I judged everything by my damned heart
I walked unprotected 'gainst the blows
How was I suppose to really know
Verse 1:
Yo guess who's back the tall slim mack witth the smooth flow
No need to speed so indeed I move slow
Rippin' the track smooth mellow and laid
to stop them in their tracks,
Always keep watching your back.
It's time to kill not a time to die so load your weapons now,
There's a dark cloud
the winding track
With a fusion of past and present
The heart of Christ and tenacity of a lion Bonds break
My home is where he takes me
Still I've got to learn
Johnny was a junkie but his mommy didn't know
Couldnt see the track marks from his wrists to his elbows
She was busy drinking martinis
'cause life in
when the time's right
So would you tell me what's your mack like
What's your stack like
Slanging crack on a track making stacks to the day light
Ten steps to the wall and ten steps back
Wore a groove in the floor maybe six feet deep
Retracing the same old track
Now it's safe to say, it felt
Funky fresh tracks I'm strapped with a pack
Pump the real rap false crap to the back
I stay true to the vibe and the flavor the old school
Gave
Last night like every night before
I felt your body close to mine
You woke me with a gentle kiss
And we lost all track of time
You held me tightly
This is LA wid the track
Know what I'm sayin
You know how we do
Word up yo
Let Dark pass no stunting
>From the real
Better get
No time for chilling black
I wrote a killa rap, made an illa track
Knocking back the similack
Graduated from the formula, I had a scheme
Milk was
MC's are clocking this
They say they got skills but all I'm seeing is a flock of lips
Acapella, or over a drum track
I'm funkier than a group
Pardon me boy, is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo?
Track twenty nine, boy you can gimme a shine
I can afford to board a Chattanooga Choo Choo
I've
saw you walk across the road
Maybe the last time, I don't know
Feeling humble
I heard a rumble
On the railway track
And when I hear
Pardon me boy, is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo?
Track twenty nine, boy you can gimme a shine
I can afford to board a Chattanooga Choo Choo
I've
mayne
Gorilla pimpin Fly spit to get up on funky ho
Flizay hair may be rough and tough but that just don't matter doe
Standing on the track playa fly
the mark snitch on those without
So there's no doubt that they track me on my everyday route
And as the hunger sets in, I realize I can't buy
So I bounce
try there ain't no use.
You're caught in a track and you can't get back.
So you better be cool and take a rule.
I'm gonna lock you up and make you
the way
and ya know its all good like them OGs say
now I'm freestylin to a brand new track
and its bumpin like the back of a 83 Lac
but don't get me in no
it twisted, baby baby baby, never see a dogg again
Now we be, runnin game on hoes like a track meet
got the sounds bumpin from the trunk
switch, envision my brain-splittin atoms in the track
I'm beyond critical mass, feel the lyrical blast, black
It's the P.O.W. in the lyric-proof jacket
My
like it up here
When everything you want
Is not the way you want it
You're on the right track
Sit back
Hold tight
The more ridiculous you are in
to know
Those one track minds
That took you for a working boy
Kiss them goodbye
You shouldn't have to jump for joy
You shouldn't have to shout for joy
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