Lyrics:
person head
Married to the game traditionally
Divorce papa we get better understanding I'm made boy
Wanne this is a trip to the south
You can travel by
rims way bigger than yours
Red truck, blue truck, green truck, black truck
Suburban, Excursion, that Tahoe, that 'llac truck
F**k it a bucket, a Delta,
retarted
And I got respect regardless if I dont hit the red carped
(how you love that?)
And finna make em catch hell
You saw the double XL
Me and lil nigga
a neviem čo znamená rap game
Špina a smrad na mojom prvom tape
Boli sme v podzemí nemyslím v metre
Vy sa dnes flákate v nákupnom centre
Vy sa dnes máte fakt
mistress take it to the floor
So I know she with it
Wicked games every week my fitness
Livin my life by my own fuckin code
Stayin lavish, my abode
Got way
of fear and dissension
Fuelled by anger and hate
And rage and disdain
And any other definition of the word wELCOME
Can i get a "c"?
And if you hit me
Phew, yeah, uh do this shit by myself
I ain't gettin' no love
I ain't got shit to do, I ain't gettin' up
I'm a rich-ass lazy nigga
I'm pourin' up
have turned red
I've come to, nine hundred, hands covered in sores
Now there are only, one hundred of these spine-chilling doors
But I just can't
Yeah, it feel good
Feel good to be alive and strapped
Afu-ra, Mann
Yeah, we man up, uh
Fight for the revolution
Uh, code red, nobody safe
Undefined
Make half a million every year, I'm getting watched by the IRS
I'm deep inside the game while niggas still taking baby steps
Hit my
Got an eight by ten of me and him, when I was about nine
The game was over I was on his shoulders by the fifty yard line
He was a tall and lean
Red arises in the sky of Sunday morning
Washing the face of the mountain by the sea
I am the present without knowledge, without warning
quicker than with tyres by Michelin
Heart beat quickening
Full tote technique, no half assed lyricing
Paint the town red til the bar staff sick of him,
the screens in it
Red seats, ice cream in it
Just pray that my princess straight by the end of my life, yeah
So I make sure the pack gets done by the end
funny you a clown
The bitch hit me up then I'm probably going down
It depends on how much of that shit I just had
Pill cool but I prefer my MDMA by
seen, he was
Never heard
Passin' by like a sleepin' bird
(2 x)
He took his time, when he shot him through the head
Before he hit the floor the boy was
It?s nothing playa,
Let a game and muscle,
It?s all it takes to get a gang of hustlers,
I sit low in my homeboys Chevy, my Makaveli hat pulled down by
Notes: This song is often played jauntily and used as a
Representatively Scottish tune
Particularly in
Films and computer games (Lemmings 2 for
Drivin' down the fast lane late one night
I saw somethin' in my mirror comin' up on the right
A fire red roadster pulled next to my ride
It was
from harpoon gun - The sea turns red - What have we done?
A horrific death by harpoon - Scientific research? Blue whales, the largest animals
the process of amputation
All cerebral penetration must cease
I release a form of verbal death that by far
Will leave your whole mental scared
Chorus]
..living week by week living day by day doing what I gotta do to get my furtunate fame but I'm lost in th system not made for me so I'm suppose to break
A house boat by it called the Gin Palace
Docked in White Trash Bay
We serve homemade tequila 23 hours a day
We got hand rolled cigars and a 3 foot
the chain,
was it the game, was it the name,
she stayed faithful that's why I love her through thick
n thin, made visits n commisary when I hit that pin,
I had
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