Lyrics:
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
Raise your family of ghosts and spirits, Sir, we really need to drink from your wine. And yes, your skeletons in the closets (might I bring a few
practicing in the hot sun
When ain't nobody else out there
Because I'm tryna get it
Ye ye ye
Big Energy
Ye ye ye ye ye
Big energy
You know
Y'all already know
a highway star
I'm a highway star
Oh, yes I am, you mothers
Thank you. That's a new one, taken off Machine Head.
This is a song about...
Sweet child
a party goin on)
[Vinnie]
Once again it's on it's been awhile since you heard the style
Yes it took a little time but now we worth your
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
today with us a artist goes by Di name Faze Di Emin3nt,A whaa kind a name dat man? Now tell me Faze how you come across that name? Well you whaa see when
I'm livin' in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
One More Chapter
© 2002 Nedrick Gavin / Viros Music
Track 3 from the CD album “Change”
Verse1.
Well, yes my baby yeah
If you were a book, hey baby
and hit the gas (yeah, yeah)
She like it when I hit her with my chain on and my watch (yes, sir)
She say, "Record," I use the flash with it (yeah)
She
Ego-Boost Sleep
Technique, made by me, for me
If my tape contained the
Nonstop creative dragon of
Ambitious ideas that is my own mind
It can certainly handle
I'm like Tinker Hatfield
At will, design rhymes in twenty years
You tryna think of mind over mattress
Blinded by the fatness
It's hard to live
One mental block lead to another, shit it's dominos
Mixtape Sean, but I'm in album mode, ooh
She give me praise, I love her angel face
Ass so fat she
Okay, right, we're here live in the studio with Ricky Jamaraz (Hi everyone)
Hello everyone (Hiii)
This is the final track of your new album
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
your beautiful hemorrhoids
That's right
You need to be friends with your hemorrhoids right
Yes
Yes
Let's all be friends with our hemorrhoids
With cream
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Ru and Frogg at?
I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck
West side Cedar Block and niggas know what's up
I'm with the shit though, my album drop,
Snook: Welcome to the intro for this Los Amigos.. cd
Vingoe: Don't you mean album?
S: Shhh.. no one expects it to be an album
V: NOBODY WILL BUY
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
chains I could spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, these minstools turn a bully's psycho civil
By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels
other things that
Happen day by day
While you are starting your revolution
Lying on your bed
Yes, i’m upset
Of your excuses and your lies
I’m tired
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
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