Lyrics:
a gang that's villainous
Building this from the ground up, turn the sound up
Launch a round, lay the beat down, like a Dillinger
The handgun, can't come
give her a smack
Oh I like to get my beer and sit on my front step or by the store
Hanging out where white folks fear to tread, yeah this is my home for
kindergarten now. Any parent knows, you know you love when your kid comes home and they act like they've learned something at school that you don't know yet? I
Some bits of snow still hanging in the air, but that's outside
Take off your clothes and lie down over there, oh that's just right
I sat by this
whisper and frown
Surrounded by clowns
That don't make a sound
I keep on getting this feeling
I think that I'm up to something
All my niggas got money
I
when I thought I've been loved
You started runnin' Runnin' and runnin'
You keep on runnin'
I heard love stays by the river
Lives by the river
That's why
behind
after all the stages
pass me by like blue birds fly away
I want my memories back
but again its too late to bake all that cake
it sure do
it sure
step
Got my drink and my two step
My drink and my two step
It's on, it's on, it's on and I'm home
Get the patron and tell them that it's on
I got
them boys to come and get you in that family van
Cold shooters that love them hammers like Yosemite Sam
I'm from a hood where these niggas scared
That you could cry
The bluest skies you've ever seen in Seattle
And the hills the greenest green in Seattle
Like a beautiful child growing up free
shield of faith that deflects
This sword of the Lord it pierces through flesh
How much more your bulletproof vest
Air force 1s of Peace, I don't fret
time, let the future unfold
Like immortals, in great legends to be told
My god, look at what we are now
Without regret for all the things that we
where I'm from if you ain't
Did that you ain't no Blood
Just like if you ain't washed no
Niggas you ain't no judge
He say "soowoo" in his raps
That don't
tryna get his feel on
...
....
He told me baby make it clap
Cause
I like the way it sound
Throw that money in the air
Rain it all over
designed to render funkable
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Better known as Urge Overkill
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Oh,
by her absence
No acting, just action to the sound of raw metal clacking
Hearts get cracked in, souls levitate, brains get snapped in
What happened
it can shine everywhere
Just like you, mm-hmm
You're the song that plays my mind
You are the reason I get by
You are the hope that keeps me high
the background
Your rap styles coming softer than a cats meow
Red laces, but booted like I'm Iraq bound
That frown will get you ate by my cannibal from Sac Town
and small
You're sitting tight like there is nowhere to go
You say that it's too crowded, yet you sit here alone
Maybe it's home we'll find the reason why
world I hope you're ready for me.
Now gather 'round
I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid down by the Underground.
I drink up all the Hennessey
Some bright morning
when this life is over, I'll fly away
To that home on God's celestial shore
I'll fly away
I'll fly away Oh Glory
I'll fly away
lost and alone out there
Feeling like you ought to leave
Such hard living in the cold cold world
People its time to believe
Sounds tear through
Is it time to leave already?
Just when I thought I'd found me a home
I don't think that I'll ever be ready
Might as well take out my bones
When
And I'm riding along singing along to my favorite song
Long way away from home , I just fell out with my baby girl
Sometimes treat the road like it's
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