Lyrics:
Turn my lights on
How the fuck you quiet with the mic on?
I don't get anxiety, you Sam Bowie-ass niggas
I just get my Mike on
Y'all said I
talk
(I been glorifying how far we came nigga, that's on the Bible)
Ah, yeah
In interviews talkin' Plug talk
Got my name off of drug talk
(Y
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
get by (ooh, ooh)
Thousand miles of gravel, I've been walking with no shoes
No matter how far I come, I can't outrun my roots
I think you know
Why
know why you a dog
Know I'm coming for the crown (yuh)
Drop an album, kids want to party
Get them niggas out my house (out)
This is Hidden Hills, how
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album entitled "A Tonic For The Troops"
a bottle of Hennessy and gave the rest
Of it to the audience Y’all
Know y’all drink that bottle
Too if I had a daughter at that time
Would I
Have went
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
the worst shit
Everything and every motherfucker gets dealt with accordingly
Mark my words
See I remember on The Coming album
You know when there was only
mi álbum
Pero se acabó la luz
Y sólo me alcanzo pa una
Oh flaca
Tú, realmente quise que fueras tú
Quien me quite la inquietud
Pero por ti perdí mi
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
a caucasian
Watchin a culture be stolen from Asia
Whether minor or major, science I swayed y'all
with lingo, some people don't think so
When do you stop sayin -
Cool & Dre
Back on the motherfucking Westside,
L.A.X niggas, yeah
Y'all know who the fuck I am
I'm free as a motherfucking bird I swear,
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
M
Don't need no new friends
Y'all niggas hangin by a thread
Cut off the loose ends
I need me a fuckin M
Don't need no new friends
I need me
it
Cuando estamos bailando
Asi bien pegados
Tu cuerpo asia al mio
Me tiene sudando
Ves
Pierdo toda la razon
Y empiezo a enloquecer
Por ti y con
Todo
1 yeah
This album is dedicated to all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I
quite a lot. maybe that's normal when the band's not
On the scene for a while. but after that it feels really good to have,
Actually, a new album ready
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
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