Lyrics:
Fuck these rich white people, stroke my ego
My white bitch got a Black
Ass I love white people
I know they got me brainwashed
I was watching Baywatch
on August 21st
This summer was by far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse (My_Kayla you hear me?)
Now I'm 3 cousins down
And my
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
Jays to control a sound
But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live
[D-Nice]
Bust it, yo
I love to diss whores, I love to do tours
Makin
lethal plus we taking over
I’m getting older so I live by the new slogan
That Philly shit the barrel smoke will leave your head open
It’s open season
y'all)
Das EFX, EPMD, and Ice Cube (hey y'all, hey y'all)
House of Pain, funky blunted ass white dudes (hey y'all, hey y'all)
Cypress Hill, yeah,
You're a white walker led by a Trend King
Enmity is a trend so you're a rancor walker
Led by a Revenge King, you're a blind parishioner
Of a bugbear sect,
erased and then thrown away
And day to day we live in a daze
We march all around til' the sun goes down night children
Broken dreams, no sunshine, endless
...........what??........
........noo?
Nowww ii feel like goin out I've got enough love to fill the place
Ill come to you're house and ovulate on you're pillow case
I know
Getting mad that a human thinks all lives matter
We don't need black or white or left or right
What we need is common sense, we need balance
We're all in
We're buying more bricks, we're buying more sticks
They told me I should get it how I live
We coming from broken homes (broken homes)
My niggas still
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
The Great American Dream
(Lyrics & Music by Rocky Michaels)
Down at the beach thereu0027s a guy and his girl holding hands
He kisses her
I said, "I smoke every now and then"
But, when I really need one I gotta have one
Just dying, great tricks
Yeah, so?
To the 69, that was a double
the house without my money rag
I don't leave the house
Without my fuckin' Glock
I'm not goin' like Biggie or Pac
That's fucked up what they did to Biggie
I
Gotta love the stream
Real too great
What you want from me
It gets even better
This is my dream
So we live it how we live it
Any way that we want
My Money
standing in Your house Lord
Open heart and letting you in
Nothing gon' tear us apart, because
You’re love always win
You’re love never fails
You’re love
What do we want freedom what do we need freedom
What do they promise freedom but we never see freedom
What do they mean by freedom
They must think that
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
of the lake
The minister's daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl! We're almost home, yeah, c'mon
We
how to live
And all I want is the same
With a house at the end of the lane
So come on down if you're in town
I will be here all weekend
Why not stop by
I live my life inside of a book
Living in a fantasy world don't look
Cause I'm playing the part of the lonely crook
The king of broken hearts, in
I'm still the illest even on the days it's improvised
Your simple mind can't comprehend the shit that lives in mine
It's ill advised to go against
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