Lyrics:
worshiping a man
Ruled by law, under holy rites
Destroy this land, where the Christians stand
Taste the sword, blood pays reward
Cast de souls into a blazing
I'll be writing tunes for dabloons
While you struggle
All to catch right up to me
But by that time I double
Everything I've done before
Before you man
the crimson tide
Flow retarded special olympics kind that gold metal
heavy but it fit just fine
So, I just had to spit this rhyme
Spit like im trying
Introducing ladies and gentlemen
The young man that's had over thirty-five soul classics
Among these classics are tunes that will never die
weekend
I crack your old lady like a pecan
Implants got a nigga bitin' through cement
If this bitch take another bean and OD, that's a felony
Tried
the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling
to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's
All chrome D3's, decked out TV's
CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced
Don't be fooled by the baby face
I hope ya
I was
Blessed by the days
Spent on the up and up
Still on my own way
We only lightin up
Believe me when I say
You ain't take a hit yet
Soon there'll
Money, Money, money, money
Imitating Mr howell jim Backus
"Hey Gilligan, my boy success is the word!"
I'm going to travel by jet
To the south
eats you up alive, takes you by surprise till you die
Sink again no need for friends
Be a freak my lady queen
You cut the ties of a young life
Writing up
know)
Fake playa (Fake playa)
Scarred I'll take ya lady
Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real)
[Verse 1:]
Girl I know you do
the Valley of the Kings
He was hidden from reality trapped in secrecy
He colours the rainbow, paints it black
For mankind to read the signs
The wings
the hell let rats in the house?
King of lions, who let these cats run out of the house?
Houston, Texas when I'm on land, I lean back like a couch
I'm not
Whoa whoa whoa
Ladies and gentlemen
This, is a Jazze Phizzle, T.I. collaborangelle
King of the south, oh boy
Jazze Phizzle, T.I., Grand Hustle daddy
the chance to eat with the Sun King
To dance with me ladies were fighting
By besieging Maastricht they get the best of me
With this few little words I've
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
can sing, I can dance, I'm the king of romance,
Are you sweet young ladies gonna give me a chance,
To doowutchyalike?
And get that thing packed
the road is blind and your own tender lady
You'd take a match to find a firelit fool
How come the way's not like stairs in a castle
With crimson
with that shit (Shit)
Then take a sip (Sip)
Yeah yeah yeah niggas are with me of course (Course)
My nigga we coming with force (Force)
Your lady, she
the king of romance,
Are you sweet young ladies gonna give me a chance,
To doowutchyalike?
And get that thing packed tonight.
Vanessa Williams, ooh,
tell you I'm some bipolar, hard drug user
The J gets smaller, I'm lapping in my zone
Though surrounded by an entourage, I feel like I'm alone
welcome to Compton, take you in Carson next week
Ab-Soul!
Started with a dollar and a dream and a pistol
On the corner rag hangin', slangin' crystal
I said
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
the beam, like a Sacramento King on a nigga trying to scheme
I can't let them take a thing from me
Chilling in the crib, I got the draco by the bathtub
I had
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