Lyrics:
a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see is not
The 7-4 k
The son of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical,
When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
Yeah yeah, what up my niggas
You know who it is?
It's your nigga, Styles
Holiday, the Ghost Pinero
I go by many names
I'm just happy to be
sprinkling
The album width to keep the registers ringing
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Yeah, you jingling
nuts that's what you get
when you leta nigga lick that clit
do you like it?(yeah)
want to a nigga to bite it?(hell yeah)
from the ceiling
To the flo
Have your gun by you
'cause niggas will try you
Uh who's sick as me?
Tell the truth, bitch, nobody
And that's real
And as far as my eyes can see
I'm
Niggas lookin all in my face
Like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all I can stands
And I can't stands no mo'
What is it?
hotbox but my flos still cold
I'm attacking the beat, wreak havoc and smash it to pieces, be glad I don't eat it
Sick with the pad I'm bulimic
Sick with
boy Ruggy Batcave
Radio Batcave Studio
Doing it like we always do it about this time
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Hosted by Cosmic Kev
eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
to deepthroat, I fucked around and choked her
It's Young Money, motherfucker, game over
Shots leave your body, lookin' like you doin' yoga
And Lord knows I'm
I aim fo, that's how the game go
Baby like the way I wake her up,
Cause I'm a gangsta I grab her by the butt
Pull her to my side, I'm in deep
Woke
And, oh no, it's not violent when under the Christmas tree there's a look-alike gun
But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One
By
makes me lose control (now bring it back now)
We gon' make you lose control
And let it go, 'fore you know, you gon' hit the flo' (one, two, three, let's
petty hustlers out there
How to have it yo' way (okay); Get Dough Or Die (yeah) floss at all cost (yeah)
Cash out, mash out, brought to you by, Grand
freakin' by a garbage can
The next young freak, I met was Red
I took her to my house and she gave me head
She like blowin' dicks, is all she said
fuck on the low
Shawty wanna shake it on the flo
Shorty wanna go when I go
Shorty wanna go when I go
Shorty wanna fuck on the low
Shawty wanna shake it
I rhyme
You can catch me in my flo state
MIc
Tampa Bay
I've been driving all day
Tell the crew I'm on the way
In my flo state
Shine
cll of the time
This song is by Mississippi Fred McDowell and
appears on the album Mississippi Fred McDowell (1995).
John Henry was a steel-drivin'
John Henry was
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