Lyrics:
We keep ya feelin' oh so high
Like its 1999
All over again with all of my hustlers, soldiers by my side
Been a long, long ride, I'm still
Seven, six, seven
Might let her hold on for a second more
And this?
What a horrid time to tell her I
Never been better – shit
I never said much so
a pit
And I look and I behold a pale horse
Forty second degree, mind in the source
Original, it's from the brotherhood
In the beginning, yet you
motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back, relax, new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg, I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second
relax, new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg, I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second, and I'm still checkin'
The dopest
motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back, relax, new jacks get smacked
It's Snoop Doggy Dogg, I'm at the top of the stack
I don't lack for a second
Remix!
One two one two (one two one two)
This the I'ma Boss remix
Meek Milly
Let's go!
I'm ride or die, I'm ridin' by, hollerin' West Side right
reason, an event so insane
Nothing will ever be nothing again
Singularity, Planck Epoch
Space-time has yet to exist
Ten to the minus 43 seconds, Grand
the corner just out of my sight but...
I'm just taking it in
From a second storey hotel window again
The TV's on and my bags are packed
But in this world
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
weather, cold-eyed
Beautiful dress, RX-7 and I
Waku waku then I fell in love again
Waku waku yet I found myself so hurt
Waku waku and I'm pensive for
I was staring at you eating saltines when I realized
if we make it to tomorrow then we've pulled off our greatest heist yet
it's seven weeks and one
a minute ago Mr
Now its so Definitive livin with sewn lips shut
7up, Twisted, mix demoral, all systems
Shut Down, now you witnessin how this shit go
I Guess
THE WORKING OF MIRcCLES
Second Gift of the Power Gifts
POWER GIFTS
1. Gift of Faith
2. Working of Miracles
3. Gift of Healing.
Foundation
the secrets are tarnished
Perhaps we already did everything to be accomplished
Then yet again we could just be getting started
Maybe we're lost
Maybe all
her free again,
Her maidenhead from her he's ta'en:
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you weep now?"
"You heathenish dog, nor yet for you."
He's cast her down in
there in chalk
By the tick and the tock
Of an old time clock
A turning gear and the weight descends
And The second hand comes round again
Another hour
I ain't dead yet I'm the reason why he ain't he breathing tell em I said dat
Ima Fuck the game up with this one now we're feds at?
I done came a long
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
scored (Bu-bush)
Couldn't give a toss about law (Nope)
Niggas know CB (They know)
More time, if it was done by the 7th
It was done by me (Go ask about)
I
siendo fuerte para mi familia y mis amigos
I find myself gettin' better by the fuckin' minute
Number one, my momma always had to save the minutes
Got
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
I thought a father should be
I abandoned that thought
Like he abandoned me
By forty seven I was fourteen
I'd acquired a taste for liquor
neck
Second, she passed I was like, "What's up?"
To which she replied, "How you doin'?"
I said, "De nada mama"
But your beauty I'm persuin'
And I
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