Lyrics:
Fifteen times I saw the world pass me by
Fifteen times just this week alone
It's getting faster
I don't think the sisters will be happy but
What can you do
any worse
Get that permission first
I just wanna live this life
On the edge of a knife
Here's some advice that's really free
This is Texas Hill Country
but he just turned to me
And said "Why son don't you know this here
Rig'll be puttin' 'em all to shame, why
There ain't a driver on this
Or any
I had chains
I had chains
I had chains
I had chains
I don't want you to fuckin look at me like I didn't have any chains
I had chains
I had chains
at ya
Yeah, and thrown a couple dollars at you, c'mon
I get paid baby doll I'm a star
You can tell by the make and the model of my car
Yeah, that's
On The Beat
No Pf Flyer of course I get higher
This nonchuck (nunchuck/chuck taylors)
But you get brucelee fucked up real deleteful gleeful Im ZOD like GOD
No
band
We got our drinks iced down and our tent poles up
Party starts when my Folks roll up
It doesn't get any better
Than bein' out here on the
SOUTH
sense of mind
Don't need a cup I sip straight from the bottle
Numbing the pain till I wake up tomorrow
I got the flow that they all wanna borrow
Losing
looping ultra-high-res flatulence, each sample lovingly
Given its own channel, curated by exquisite taste and effects changed, then you need to
Get up
brushed me off
And I told my spirit don't get lost
Promised I would do my best and
Reach the top by any cost
This mainstream ain't a part of me
Dixie runs
back as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrestle to get it back
wanna kill
Cause I give her what them girls like
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Relax and take notes,
While I'm put you up on game
Get
you get so talented
Well I was born for this no one bringing more than this
I'm on a level much higher than any other mortal is
Getting bored of this
your ass
No more questions in here so don't ask
You want peace motherfucka
Raise up out of the hood
You want peace motherfucka
Raise up out
what’s up with me
We growin sum tree and we servin these beans
Here with my team making history
Rhymes so hot that they making steam
I don’t sip, we serve,
life up
I hope the principal doesn't come and give me a write up
Now who the fuck I gotta snatch the mic from?
Don't get this shit confused
Your not
obviously, the plan was for me
This is my life, my goals, I get one
None redone, I live for fun
Autism kept from thinkin any different
Excuses excuses
The plan
is good done everywhere. For a change, start by speaking to people rather than walking by them like they're stones that don't matter. cs long as you're
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
Rap so klepto, any mic I steal
Y'all niggas don't belong here
Like Michael Steele
At a Republican Party, I go for ?
Leave cum stains on Sarah
Palin's
missed that bus
And I try to forget all of that shit but it just gets brought up
And I don't know what I'm gonna do cause that shit had me fucked up
But
to wake up
Wake up, wake up, Black man really need to wake up
All I wanna say is they don't really care, but we follow them here and we follow them there
on
I stay by my phone
Waiting for that one lucky call
But I ain't get it, independent, I'm a have to give my all
I know that I got a few fans from
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