Lyrics:
if I was too arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rats
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty-three hours in
spectators
At crucified gladiators
Feels like a jungle inside
Where fish swim birds fly
Man got a tendency to die
Man falls to the hands of man
But damn
spectators
At crucified gladiators
Feels like a jungle inside
Where fish swim birds fly
Man got a tendency to die
Man falls to the hands of man
But damn
friends all stuck in the past
Still dancing to Future
I was conceived by two users
I was supposed to be a loser
I had to see my old man cooped up
In
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]
Hmmm...yes sirrrrrr
Rock and roll, man roll and rock
I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks
I got smoke to buy, coke for
So that's it, I got out of bed and took a bath
And got ready to go to the studio
And I got Kevin's reply by email
I called him up and asked if he
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Beautiful and more extreme
"I'm waiting for the man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington 125
Feel sick and dirty more dead than alive
I'm waiting
Twenty years
Twenty years ago
Man I have been at this for twenty years
Twenty years ago first show I was twenty years old
Time flies
I don't know
called falling in love and not gently reclining
'03 Bonnie and Clyde man this shit forever
Told you baby I got you and me versus whomever
Love doesn't see
what to do
She had no man no money and no clue
Now the other guy came back from tourin'
And she called him up early one mornin'
They hooked up her
been there, always been there.
We're smokin' that Danger Girl.
We're smokin' that Gen 13.
Bong's called Yoda, man,
and Yoda can't a bag filled with
all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "la-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
Then she
they're not all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "La-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
called, I should've slid to your crib
Feelin' like it's yesterday, when it's been almost 20 years
For real, I got a lot to say, but won't, cause don't
Young man
I know you're hurting bad
So go and ask your dad if we can go have a chat
Because I think you need to hear this young man
Young man
I know
'pose to be my brudda cuz I called you my bro
Sippin' on lean straight by the case my brudda died when he told
I'm like a rose petal in the garden that's
her
And you was pose' to be my brother cuz I called you my bro
Sippin' on lean straight by the case my brudda died when he told
I'm like a rose pedal in
He was 9 years old when his folk left home on a wagon heading west
When his mom and dad knew he'd grow bad by the mark of the devil on his chest
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
had the blood
And there never was a hoss like the Tennessee stud
We drifted on down into no man's land
We crossed that river called the Rio Grande
sitting in that hall by the kitchen
Rocket up that second flight, I'm a man on a mission
Her door open, seen my sister in the fetal position
Now nothing was
By Jimmy Driftwood
Along about eighteen and twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would have got through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't
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