Lyrics:
fair
Come see what you want, released balloons in the air
cnd when my time is up I'll just be free no more cares, maybe I'll just disappear not even
while living the life of a king
I know I take for granted at times for what I got
Still hustlin' and bustlin'
And now and then I stand a pop or two
song
so now I'm an outlaw
But it's time, we started talkin havin dialogue and bein honest
What's the other options - walk around, bottled up all hot
Hogs, Dre'sta the Gangsta
and we are: Bandana Swangin' Productions (Yo, Toones!)
Can you feel this realness? Nothin' can save ya
From the school full
down so I passed you over
For what it's worth I won't be here long
But time goes by it must feel like ages
And I might lie to your face if I knew you
our garden spot
A shade tree for rest when the sun was too hot
There lays that ol hourglass that's lost all it's sand
A far cry from when we had time
Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it goin' on
A nigga that's livin' in the city of the criminal zone
One time can't keep the law in order
granny's boss hog chicken
But food ain't the only thing
We made in that kitchen
We made a life time
around y'all
Cause people shady like a ground hog
I need a bag I might get it like an outlaw
If I need a bag then ima get
No matter what I gotta do
Just
the nigga with the hoodrat
Mm, mm, mm, mm, got it down pat
You call her what you want or even all that
I been taught by the best, so put it to rest
And I
Surprise
Me and all my dawgs we really pull up by surprise
Me and all my dawgs we really pull up
Oh my I don't mean to hog the limelight
My time everybody
grief swallows
All in time
Trials and blisters increasing
Thousand lifetimes of war
I've lived
With sword drawn careless by the side
As limp as paradise
wouldn't deal
Police got eyes in the hills
Looking for my people, had full fever
Bill Gates wouldn't tag a mutant like a dog
Slaughterhouse full of hogs
gettin paid even if they shit is small time
All your dimes'll get took, yo watch them sling (?) them things
Cause they nothin but a gang of crooks
on the phone
What's up John, where the green, and I ain't gon' ask you twice
Bring it over by yourself, or I'll take your momma's life
In the life
You pigs should be on a Home Improvement show
Hey Terence!
What?
Do the bulldozer
Flatten these hogs like a pork steamroller
My turn to fly, now
dog
Then the ship struck a rock,
Oh Lord! What a shock,
The bulkhead was turned right over
Well it turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was
with my inner me
Feeling hog tied by my enemy
Everyday draining my energy
It's tough when I know what is meant for me
Aim for acclaim of the century
Best
Punch the clock
Join the rest of the stock
Dem say that man nah work
Den man gon starve
But when the pot's locked down
By the fattest of hogs
Then ya
seem
Racks bustin' out my pockets, but I ain't rockin' skinny jeans
Roadrunners, bone brothers, we gon' trap by any means
Never been a ball hog, I'ma
that's what I call a gangsta to the fullest, shit
I'm tryin' to make more cream
By every September 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean as I
Where the dirt roads never end and y’all is what we say
Where we know how to grow a ‘mater and how to call them hogs
And we like to ride the backroads all
confused when I shrugged and grinned
When he asked me what to do once again, I said
Don't ask me about the crops on this farm
I don't know soy beans from
my goddamn sound
It’s about time that we come together
And take these industry hogs down
(One more time)
Play my fucking record
Play my goddamn sound
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