Lyrics:
the Midwest blunted
Pitchforks held high, four fifth by the stomach
You can find me right now, on the C.A. streets
I'm on the roof, of the building, shooting
you take it
I ain't goin' no, no, I'ma spray it
Let my dogs off the leash, you gon' hate it
Twin choppers on me, they my favorite, yeah, yeah
Catch
these honies and they dancin all wild
All up on each other windin real freaky
I'm plottin on how I'm gon take 'em home with me
Maybe her cousin, maybe
the stakes, up the antique
The better place, yo we land on winds
Dilated, Evidence, Alchemist, Big Twins
Check it out
[Chorus]
(Samples and cuts by
still
We're caught in the moment
So don't let me down
You made those promises
Don't take em back now
Don't let me down
Do all the things you said that
up at me (whoo!)
So fuck prolongin, I'm way PAST the strongarmin
Played hisself tonight, so he'll be GONE BY THE MORNING
Sneak up, creep up, you out
makes me jump
Got black to asian, and caucasian sayin'
That's the joint, that's the jam'
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided by the
Black
cause the pain
It simply make up
Only just to break up, oh baby
And that ain't no fun to me
I said it ain't no fun to me
Leaving you, it sure ain't
a fire way up on the fourteenth floor
Struck down by the time I was ten by an illness
Which robbed me of the sight of the morning sun
And that ain't all
at me, I sent the bitch back cut up"
I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you, boy
Front on me, you gon' meet one of my soldiers, boy
Cousin Twin
CD's on repeat, stuck in MP3's for 3 weeks
At the gates on the day I was released
The only time you will ever see me free
Big money J, much as you can
ball now to take me down the line
My bag is sinkin' low and I do believe it's time
To get back to Miss Fanny, you know she's the only one
Who sent me
to the gossip, that's what's said about me constant
It's the life and times of Bumpy Johnson meets Nucky Thompson
I used to rap about death, now I'm only
Hear my voice, where you are, take a train, steal a car,
Hop a freight, grab a star, come back to me.
Catch a flame, catch a breeze, on your hand,
take it off (Baby you got it)
Your body make me pull off the trigger, Redman
Here comes the stick up, pick up pick up
Comin' from Jersey my brain
my X's and my O's
And it kills me by the hour
Now I take my whiskey sours alone
'Cause that one night under neon
Was the first time you ordered
on the phone so I hung up
Been making shorty cum from the come up
Kaytra and Aminé, we the summer (true)
Gettin' sex in the city like I'm Sarah
And my twin
again to leave any dream
And replace it with anything better
So get up
And take away your scars
You can never be alone if you're bleeding with
daughter had a heart that was wild and free
If you blink 182 then you'd miss me and her
Every verse had a story
Yeah, them pocket lighter nights lit up
in the clouds of love
Make me wish that I had wings take me high above
And I looked high and saw the empty sky
If I could only, I could only fly
you came along
And picked me up and took me home
So tenderly you held me in your arms
You said "baby, dry your eyes"
There's no need to cry
fall down
Take up the yoke and plow the fiends around
Gone are the days when the ladies said' "Please
Gentle Jack Jones won't you come to me
I'm iced out like a glass of tea
Better yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me
Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D
Why
that you a pro
Swore up and down you never did this before..
Whatever just go slow
Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes
The type they ready
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