Lyrics:
Gold
So all you crabby lookin' nappy headed girls get back
Cause there's a ten to one chance that you might get smacked
Rock the bells
The bells
it...
Now I come from, the Oakland town
Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down
Young brothers my age makin' dollars so long
Drive a brand new
I aint talkin' knee highs
Rock a sedan for the drive by
Stab a nigga like Chucky I ain't talkin' Good Guy
ain't built for speed
Gotta rock it to my baby, I give her everything she needs
Well, it feel so good, her love is like a sugar on a spoon
Well, I'm
in my heart
With unconditional love
[Verse One:]
Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings
All my peers doing years beyond drug
with hand on trigger
Crazy Lestat, check my track record
Everything I touch is gold since eighteen years old
So what that mean? I roll the blunt
of April. Good stuff! Anyway, by the way I've gotta go,
so look, if I don't see you in the spring which ain't too far away right, I'll see you in a mattress!
treat me wrong
For way too long
I'll kick you to the curb
It's you, not me
Now watch me leave
I know what I deserve
Good try, good bye
Have a good life
and bad times, cause you are mine)
(Our love, our love) is still good
(Our love, our love) so good
It's been 10 years and I can't believe that my
je t'aime
Not too, too French, I think you friend's good
You gotta get a grip on the missions you'll be takin'
Not so much the mission, but you
I'm told.
I am aware of what you mean and by then I'm only ten years old.
I close my eyes and brace myself.
I only noticed your face.
No matter what
je t'aime
Not too, too French, I think you friend's good
You gotta get a grip on the missions you'll be takin'
Not so much the mission, but you
couldn't change me
But you you you, you got me open girl, why Lie
We ain't even tryna settle so why try
End the night with a kiss and a bye bye
No strings
Okan mi ti wo lu le
How could you be so cruel
So wa da bai
Nkan to se yi o dun me
Ten years jo kan soso out by the curb
Don't say good bye
Think of all
slanging keys flippin half ounces to quarters
When the Task hit that mean time to throw ya rocks
My little patner got 25 years for 2 rocks.
My block be
rules the step to the rep that I kept
For a long, long, long, long, long, long, long time
I got mor flavour then a truck load of Snickers
Ya punch her
rules the step to the rep that I kept
For a long, long, long, long, long, long, long time
I got more flavor then a truck load of Snickers
Ya punch her
slanging keys flippin half ounces to quarters
When the Task hit that mean time to throw ya rocks
My little patner got 25 years for 2 rocks.
My block be
is my intention
Been rappin so long some say I should get a pension
Ain't no tension
If I forgot to mention
I rock rhymes over beats for salary
Let's introduce us one by one
I'm Special K, I'm on display
I rock across the USA
L.A. Sunshine, I rock your mind
I do it to you every time
Remember
can be.
That man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea.
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. Doggone it!
I loves day man lak a schoolboy
now
You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop
I ain't bull shittin' make a mill when I rock
Three players in the game and it's a major
Bitch you
Well, first I was hollyin' for years by them old timer clicks
I was like twelve, they was like, blood, listen
"Keep your mouth closed and your eyes
pools
Over 80 million records sold
And I ain't have to do it with ten or eleven-year-olds
'Cause what you say is what you say
Say what you say how
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