Lyrics:
close our eyes
And the oil on the water matches the rainbow
In the sky [Repeat: x4]
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
of my '86 Pontiac
Afrodisiac, spanish fly in your drink
By 10 o'clock at night I'll be fuckin you on the sink
I can tell you're cummin by the way you
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS,
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS,
the winter
Of the long hot summer
Somewhere in the desert
We raised the oil pressure
And waited for the weather
To get much better
For the new wind
me, dancing Virginia
Ooooooh (x a bunch)
Your moon has come out tonight
Round as a crying eye
Round as a ringlet of smoke
From your smoke signal
bags, so keep your lip zipped
Shit poppin' like ten zits, I got a little weed oil
Pull it when the pen lit, that's a good drag
He be high off it in
Be
Behold
Behold
The images should make you scream
Desensitized by what you've seen
You revel in the filth of fiends
A product of the Hate Machine
think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Some bible verses, couple sunnas
An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob
original
True colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke
With they hopes up high
I circulate
what I know then you know I ain't playin'
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain
Possessed by the streets you
mind from all of the clutter
Made a left turn
Another miss call from my Mother
She probably lonely
She living in that house by herself
Call from her son
assured
Say make we play am 10 odds
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhan
Written by: Nweke Chianyidi(Nicson)
And let signals be the marker point to reach for the roof
Chorus:
I don't where to stop when I see low |
I can't hold back attack, respond with draw(war)
Name drop but still call me by my government
My name is in a few rooms I ain't walked yet
Give me an endorsement, money laying dormant
I need more
behind - The Rising Tide-Line
Two lengths back and The Sun's improving
Taking the inside rail - Pollution
In the bunch War, Famine, Inquisition
Oil's in
Drug Insanity
by Zeefellaz (produced by Calidad)
(S. Williams, A. Ikechukwu, K. Ikechukwu)
INTRO
shey you dey whine me
you whine me, say you love me
out
Rap verses And hooks
Bad luck And flutes
Playing down The hallway
Golden state warrior
Hated by Many
They gave me
The keys They love
Me in the City
Chevelle, custom painted primer black
He toiled changed the oil by the garden in the back
But when Stanley walked back towards the house he knocked the pan
Ten four Red Dog it's on
Aiyyo question:
what does an Afro-rockin next-droppin Westside type
have in common with a East rock a vest put you
simply smart play by the
legendary Champion. He approaches the ball.. let?s watch.
Champion: Take a swing at the ball hitting the tree route in
an
Iron or it's the irony
And by the way, I'm at the gas station now
But not to get gas
Just another black and mild
Shit this half a half a tank
Gon' have
on they face oil of O'lay and shit
I...belive in takin my time
Tony Hawk BMX I'm on my grind
Just like the sun I shine
R.I.P X a real dawg neva die
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