Lyrics:
Pretend I'm a king and you're a queen
This is our parade and it goes on endlessly
And then it's not so bad, you see, to live
On This Street
I turn
of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin to the broad day light
g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
Time's an illusion as the moments race by
Too fast
life
See the clouds flyyin by
I'll be the pilot for you on this flight
Come to this cockpit if you wanna ride
This can't be no movie cause baby we live
Where I been, I been low, I been workin
Underground but I’m bout to hit the surface
On 10, tryna take it universal
Got bands on the way what you worth
I love to sing
Call me the king of pain, but my name ain't Sting
Or Roger Clinton, I'm not riding off my brothers fame
'Cause all you sap suckers
know about a Robb Report
'Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggas ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
Like 'Eric B. for Pres,'
interviewing people live from the street on the show a little bit later.
Yesterdays loser was Johnny. Johnny, listen up. You have been a bad boy. I don't
and my peeps speak a
Different kind of speech
Where Verizon 4G won't reach
(Can you hear me now?)
We're coming live from where mill
Towns are still towns
Summers coolin' off by the fire hydrant. Yeah I'm from the ghetto,
Where old black women talk about they sugar level, It's not unusual,
To see photos
the wall no help forced to move them packs
Made a room for my art where i live & trap
Made no room in my heart for you wishing bad
By myself on this road
find ya wealth
Once you get it, you gotta live it the limit
Niggaz never wanna see you with it, fuck them tho'
Niggaz can't come close enough to touch
The world real cold, real icy
Yo, when you think where your mind be?
The next war over ideology
Throw some prayers up to the Christ, please
We all love gifts
the best die respect
My Columbian neck tie (whoo)
You just can't pass death by! (uh uh)
You can be homie - Cuhz - Neutral (yeah)
God Body - Neita - King -
a crib?
Got a crib, got a crib
Never serve a nigga where you gotta live
Secretive, secretive
Never tell a nigga where you live
VVS's dripping down my
this guild until you're feeling these skills (father fuckers!)"
[PETER PANDEMONIUM ALTER EGO:]
L-S-D L-t-d. , D-M-T D-P-T , T-H-C e-t-c , EYE+I A-M
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
This song is from my heart so you already know
It is open season on young black kings but no one has called treason
Betrayal is spewing from the streets
it in high as fuck wit' them windows tinted
Oakland, get it by any means necessary
When you from where I'm from you gotta make it happen
Ain't no
everything broken
Ch'yeah boy, no money no friends
Just live to fight another day
At night the rats come out to play
In the trash, empty streets where
Cannot live on the surface
But must forever live underground, like this
Oh, right
I will show you monster Zero
Hey, look!
It's King Geedorah!
Yes,
Uyeee
Eh eh
Ehun
E no easy ye ye
Mi ConA Mi Stone
E no easy ye ye
E no easy ye ye
Plateau Jos
Igbeti Oke ogun that’s where am from
Call me
tir'eh echah Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where you graze
tarbitz ba'tzohorayim shalamah e'hyeh kot'ya al
pussy Yah!
I know the gee code and how the streets go
And you could you tell im on the block by the weed smoke
Loud pack swisher sweets Fresher than
the street to behold
i'm getting all the money and the fame and the gold
i tell em to take cover 'cause the boy is about to blow
i go by the name seems you
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