Lyrics:
makes me feel like
I'm in grade eight
To get to the sea, it's pricey
Gotta pay the workers
Precisely
Don't tell me or else what the
Fuck don't run amok
Growing up in war
Talking to the dead
Playing with the corps
Laying on the floor
Like the paintings on the pall
Of the Sistine Chaple
I'm elected by
niggas resting in peace
and my niggas behind the wall.
See you when I get there you know what I'm saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go
You cant teach an old dog new tricks
But the pain that you left
He remembers everything
And when you left him
In the rain in a hut
Yeah he cried
necklace, TD, let me drop in your
Check-in, no sketch, I'm drawin' this weapon, sit Back, I'm bouta bench, don't gotta say
What I'm drivin', they gon' know
Wanna See What I'm Ridin On
I Might Even Take you Home, I Might Even Take you Home
In My Chevy...
(What'chu Ridin On ?) Dubs
(What'chu Ridin On ?) Dueces
hesitate we got plenty guns, we don't care about who with you
In the stu tryna figure who with you
Catch that boy by himself, I'ma end you
I be rappin',
You see the God in me
Forcing me to be what I'm destined to be
Damn near feel like you carrying me
At times when I felt like I would drown, you
Ferrari got the green
Smells caught in between, nigga doin his thing
What I'm sayin it's a hustler's pain
Bein rich by myself, it's a treacherous dream
Its money over everything
I gotta get it by any means
Never trust what a bitch saying
Give a fuck what she telling me
I'm putting diamonds all over
Makin' threats to my family, dawg I'm in danger
Who do you call when these agents want you dead
And they hit these penitentiaries and niggas make
to the world worse than the Hurricane Gloria
I'm serious, you can say I'm furious
You're sayin in your mind, "Who is he?" because you're curious
A rare rap
the rhythm
We don't want it, we don't need it
In the streets, I'm gettin' weeded
No police, all about Peace and Freedom
Not from Earth, I came from Eden
They
Aunt Annie's
Then I fell in love with a flattened fanny
I'm getting out of here, before my penis gets hard
And I get thrown out by the security guards
not a fuckin' trick, either follow or repent (no choice)
Get infected by a vertical event
Check the meter, check your watch
Are they ever gonna stop?
Bitch I started from nothing
Now we getting to something
Experiences make a man
You sit and do nothing
Indulge in these frequencies
I'm arranging
The following explicit content in this song by "Pawn Star"
Are not necessarily the views expressed by De La Soul
But they understand
Execute porn
spitting I'm not lazy, I leave y'all in stupefaction
My life's not a movie, but I'm floating like Aladdin
I've been going fucking crazy, but not close
Play O-Dog in Menace and drive-by men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin' the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, bringin' that cash in
Think
I'm geekin' it up
She eatin' me up
She eatin' me up
She eatin' me up
315 In a Lambo truck
That's my slut, she can lick me up
That's my slime, that can
If it's up bitch it's stuck, yea you know where I'm at
Got the stick in the front, you'll get shot in the back
In my glizzy I trust, yea I'm standing
hold in the 1950’s when we were already entranced by baseball, bikinis and the boob tube. We invented manned flight, atom bombs, and duct tape before we
mental?
All of these question that weigh on my mind
And then play all these tricks like I’m skating the line
Maybe their visions or are they a sign?
Lord
the sunrays
I paddled right past her waves
As seafoam crashed upon my face
I heard
Hol’ on mi love I’m on my way
By the Sea
Take a breath and you’ll find me
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