Lyrics:
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
24 7 I can't be out hea wasting time
I want the money fuck them problems yea you know im gone solve mine
I got dem blue faced hunnits the only thing
You lift me up then knock me down like the dominoes
You really know just how to make a nigga act out
This shit ain't for me, I been seeing how they act
something
Like the lines of:
When I get signed, homie, I'mma act a fool
Hit the dance floor
Strobe lights in the room
Snatch your little secretary thing
For
hatin' on the low though
We gon' get by, we gon' get high
Roll up all this weed, blow that shit up in the sky
Gotta vision, baby, I'ma chase until my times
rhymes
Cause I'm knee deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with
The MAC-10 by the seats for the jackers
The jealous-ass crackers in the blue suit's
to sail the seven seals, climb the highest mountain then realise in my heart is where heavens be
I want to shout to the Sky (Oh God) then be humbled by her
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
with seven .7’s we shootin limitless
Yeah I’m fire your girl steady feeling it
Fuck a wire we ain on that snitchin shit
I’m on vacay head to Cancun
I
rule
Whatever you wish that others would do to you
You do the same
In wisdom
Not to confuse
Felt so blue
I see people getting abuse
It doesn't have to be
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
revealed when you introspect
drowning in the waters of the tears that the sinners wept
and I am just amongst them
crying just amongst them
evaporated by all
and looked towards the sky
Laughed until the morning came, just me, my friend and I
Teacher seems to pass us by and only is it then
We can stop and listen
Rolling over in the morning light
Thinking of you laying by my side
Keep forgetting I'm away from home
In another hotel on my own
Curse
Blue skies, long drives to these summer nights
Friends on the roof tops for a good time
A new love is on arise and old friends say goodbye
Because
God, The Moon God, The Fire God Are All In His Refuge.
The Dust Produced By His Dancing Feet Colours The Sky.
The Huge Serpent-King Looks Like
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
fly (Yo Gotti)
Got me and yo baby mama (Mon E. G.)
Sittin off in tha sky (Yo Gotti)
Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.)
Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti)
Its Rickey Ross (Rick
with the armies poised to clash, and with dusk painting the sky a deep crimson exceeded in its vibrancy only by that bloody rubicund hue which stained
color you like
Seven little numbers baby, they could be a start
Seven little numbers baby, I know yours by heart
Woo-oh, oh-oh, all the pretty
color you like
Seven little numbers baby, they could be a start
Seven little numbers baby, I know yours by heart
Woo-oh, oh-oh, all the pretty
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