Lyrics:
Midwest nigga in the West
Red Corvette speeding down sunset
Ski mask, black Tec pulling through the set
Gang signs and palm trees
Bomb weed and becks
back (what what!)
The superthug is back, is back
(yo, yo, yo I give you a pound and my tigger finger stick out!)
Index that, I drink a becks black
Awful plastic boots that come above her ankle
Dayglo mini skirts just like a pop art spangle
Digs vanilla fudge buys lipstick by the pound
Gets
wrong...
[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, G4 jets with like three and four pets
Sex, Beck's, chicken and hens, all the same sex
Walk through the Amazon,
Now the monkey swings by the end of his tail
As he flies from tree to tree
Well there may be monkey in some of you guys
But there ain’t no monkey in
You see the buck truck
Stuffed by the drug
When passing through the border
Driving fast by the road
When the cops stops me
Don't discover the drugs,
of the process
I lay a hater snug like a tucked child
Start spraying hit you by accident like a butt dial
Still got dreams but I dream less
No stress I'm fly
around me as I slowly die, fall from the skies
Fallen angels, screams their last reprise
This is my pantomime, performed by the stars in the sky
Quick life, cold world
Hit me, real pain
Born low, sinner
Usual, old stain
New shows drive bys
Play dead sick game
Sad death cold breath
Is we still
war
For the battle I was born
This is my life's beck and call
Call me the Romanian
Die by the sacred blade
To an oath I'm sworn till my final breath
ROcSTER
THIS GcL McVIS
CcME DOWN BY ME WIFE
SHE WcNT TO NO cBOUT DE ROcSTER LIFE
WHcT HE DOES EcT, McKING HIM SO CROSS
EVERYBODY, ScY THcT HE IS
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Live and learn
Ive been swimming in a lesson
They don't want your love, they want all your attention
At their beck and call,
been riding on this world
Passenger at the beck and call of unthinking souls
My instincts defined by fear and doubt
My injuries defined by the fallout
I
as they had been stolen by a rogue Goblin
We stand alone
And gaze upon the battlefield
With our army at our beck and call
Ready to reap the souls of our
a camouflage goose
(And that's juice, like what, what, what, what)
Yes, yes, I never stress
Make a mess on the mic sipping a Becks, wearing a vest
Cause well,
game
Critically acclaimed, until my last day
Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'ma be here
Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer
game
Critically acclaimed, until my last day
Y'all better stand up or sit down, cause I'ma be here
Pull up a beach chair and pop you a Becks beer
with like three and four pets
Sex, Beck's, chicken and hens, all the same sex
Walk through the Amazon, spilling Dom, Moet
To find my way back I gotta
a fiction that is sold by conglomerates
This is Soul of Black Folks mixed with Donald Goines shit
Better said, Robert Beck, esoteric I could get
This is John
the shadow behind the great window
You say, "well, that is that"
It's a pleasure at your beck and call
At your leisure
The root of desire is the crack in
haha!
Beck torto ta fazendo a cara
NAO SINTO NADA!
culpa daquele og kush
EU NAO SINTO NADA!
culpa daquele new Oxy
EU NAO SINTO NADA!
/EU NAO SINTO
we out yo league like Drew
We brewing something twisted, and we know you all conflicted
Obsessed with all the goods and by the ring you are afflicted
centerpiece garden
They feed off love
By tapping into your
Energy Harvest
They want me complacent
Complaining
Asking for a hand out from Mamas
He got the lit
of your flat lined soul. You carry out your the next attack. Hiding from the vile (veil) master, but always on the beck and call. Where did your heart go?
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