Lyrics:
get to Dave
I pop my shit
Then here come the action
I do just what i say
I'm bout my money
I don't like distractions
I ain't come play
Just bring
shit
Get money shit what are dreams for?
By nineteen I see I
Attracted the wrong people
By twenty I'm getting blasted and
Expressing life through this
don't let nothing get you down
Count to ten, my friend, don't you stop holding on
It's gonna be alright, come on, hold on hold on stick around
the reaper gon' break all his limbs and get the fuck off of my dick
Making me sick to my stomach
Thinking bout' being a puppet
String being pulled by a power
The line for jobs is quite high, no isn't it
His pride diminishes
His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him
The world got cold overnight now
there, under the fender
You'll need it to open the door to get in her
Careful where you sit, there's holes in the seat
Sometimes the springs poke holes in
a normal job because
Well
He can’t read
He is the minstrel
He has three kids
All of them named Dave
Except for Sid
Today the minstrels continue to live on
No
a Liar
Joseph in the hole, got nowhere to go
Slave made Ruler
Mary at the tomb
Woman why you crying
Get Baptized
Get Baptized
God said get baptized
Job
age I was in the zone
Because I had to be the young king of my broken home
(Facts)
Don't get caught in the hysteria
My mom did her job to keep a solid
to wuk gyal hard
And I love that occupation
Anuh like some guy this weh
A get by pon masturbation
We, wuk gyal like slave
When we done gyal think
to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get WICKED!
One, two, three and I come with the wicked
style
Aye
Who every said i'm not gunna be on top is a liar
I wrapping you nooce in barbed wire
Now you in situation pretty dire
I'm living life by setting
cause she doesn't have a dress without a patch
For the party to go oh but she knows she'll get by
Cause she is livin' in the love of the common people
our mouth
And show off the wealth from the North to the South
All we want to do is keep it real
And never cover songs by motherfucking Seal
Ain't never
farewell...
They posted warrants here in Dutchess
Possession with intent to sell
Now how the hell do we get to Peekskill
I don't recall this rocky road
you’ll get hit
By me, not becausе it’s hot
Put your hand away to put your
Damn Spam in the fridge put it
Brew lots of green fluffy and muffy
And you wanna
Mind,some evacuation plans for us to run
Get the job done then Report back to the station ave before alarm come
And my Guard up, I've been betrayyed by my
"No Help Needed" in the window everywhere in town
I've worn holes in both my shoes
Ain't no jobs around
They took taxes from my check
Every week for
So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin'
From the bay by the be -ball piece,
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
the classroom
When the athletes used to attack you
And laugh too
Do you remember being the
Little shrimp
who gets his ass beat
In the bathroom by those bad dudes
forward
never back
I get the munchies
bot a snack
when it comes to rap, on job like bowser
Total Recall, fuck that pussy 'ole Houser
Mars made
away from this place
Get a space of his own
Get a job and a car
But he basically broke
And he can’t get a job
Plus he ain’t got a phone
It was
Eye position get melted by hot shit, he felt it
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