Lyrics:
weed was an everyday thang in my household,
And drinking liquor til' you out cold
And tho' I'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow
Bustin on them
to the ocean
Smokin' Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin'
Who can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl
But I
But they still be bringin' people into beef
Why you ain't tell me your OG had ratted on them niggas
When they was up in the streets
Apple don't fall
twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart of the problem is this
Preacher got my Old Earth putting money in the pan
For
Come on!
You gotta get up pretty early in the morning
Babe
If you think you can just up and out-slick me
Cause I've been fooled by the best
BS-ed by
Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, same old, same old
Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here
The gravel pit,
CUSTOMER: Why?
MORTICIAN: He hasn't got shit all over him.
Scene 3
[clop clop]
ARTHUR: Old woman!
DENNIS: Man!
ARTHUR: Man, sorry. What knight lives in
Of the one and only, Just Blaze, I got a couple people
In the house with me, Usually we do this at the
Beginning but we gon' do it at the end this time, I
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
Once I was happy but now I'm forlorn
Like an old coat that is tattered and torn
Left in this wide world to weep and to mourn
Betrayed by a maid
sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
But why they still riding to your old shit?
Party by
you come home
I'm waitin' by the phone this is true love, I can feel it
I've had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realest
So if you ever need me
Yeah, from the cracks and the holes in the pavement
Ain't no hope for the youth, Lord, save me
Gotta smile through it even though you hate it
All
please ana Akeem inti wa ana ahla
With Pop Skull in Gaza but not that Gaza but still it's a mazza
Niggas want peace like Cassava
But we let bridge dem burn
alone, Lord
Can you keep me from falling?
Feel like these chains are still on me
Pour out your grace so
I can drown in your glory
When I can't run no
Yo Redman is the COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLEST shit I done fuckin heard!
(Yeah, hahaha... this is Dr. Trevis, comin to y'all motherfuckers live)
[Redman]
Like, I don't know, but it feels like I got nine lives
I came in this with, like, four friends (four up)
Tube socks and Chuck Taylors on
I stayed in
can finally be free I'm finally free
They go platinum around the world
I go wood in the hood Still good if
I can't be what they think I should Shoot
I
can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl (oh-whoa)
But I ain't trippin', I'm a player, I ain't sweatin' him
I sex his
and Wesson in this mothafucka
Right now Greg Nice in this mothafucka
Right now LS in this mothafucka
Right now Baby Jesus And The All Star's
Right now 2Pac
It's hard to look back through tired eyes
Yes I go on day by day
With these old and dirty hand
But I still got that piece of me that makes me who I am
Oh
under-estimated, that's why I'm winnin'
In this world of sins, steady grinning, money boss spendin'
Distanced from dirty women, Lord, I'm quite influential
I'm just a outsider, inside, outlinin' thing's I'm surrounded by
This time the outcome is insight to how some live life
The shoe doesn't fit me
heads catchin shakes, feenishly
I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording this
Of course kids keepin they sights upon this
Exclusiveness,
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