Lyrics:
and shoes
Poor Boy, I'm sitting at the table with a knife and spoon
Life fast die happy, don't let your panties show
They trust market forces, it's
you found?
Like Masta Ace
Tell me the world's a faster place
High school students will slash your face
In these white neighborhoods, I'm talkin'
administration
Mush the Senate's face in, push this generation of kids
To stand and fight for the right to say something
You might not like, this white hot
you next week with a brand new show
When we fuck around it ain't nothing consensual
You know I funk so hard, you gonna need your parent's credentials
administration
Mush the Senate's face in, push this generation of kids
To stand and fight for the right to say something
You might not like, this white hot
up
Rolling with the guys you love throwing up the set huh
Plain white Ts when we sliding in a phantom
Comfortable with me even doing things
mouth
Paint my face white and tried
Reinvent the sea one wave at a time
Speak without my voice
And see the world by candlelight
I ain't afraid
between the heat and passion
But back in these distant plains
I only want to see your face
Come on, love
Come on, love
Just show your face
'Cause
direction, turn your face so I can see
Do you think you can hide, you're my reality
Take me by my hand, I'll show you the way
Take me by my hand, I'll show
he packing, so then I asked him
"What's this white shit on that plate and your face?
And, Poppa, why you butt-ass from the waist
And, who's this
the case
You living large, your skin is dark they flash a light in your face
Now, who is cat dining out on the town?
Maitre'd wanna take a whole year
show (show)
I'm finna go, if you wanna roll, 'cause she
She wanna ride (skkr, skkr), side by side with me
I know how to roll (skkr, skkr), she can
we'll donate your lungs to a rasta
Went from turntables to MP3's
From "Beat Street" to commercials
On Mickey D's from gold cables to Jacobs
From plain
the pair, by the three (By the pair)
Chopper soundin' like a snare in a beat (Like a snare)
I'm from the A, I love your ass, it's a peach (Peach)
Where I'm
Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump
Like it's way crunk, yeah
Fake punks get they face lumped
Sent to the most high, by the most fit
You
love you man (alright)
I like tie-dyed tees or just plain white tees, I like pants that's cut
I like words like fuck, I got your pics on my wall
With
know from the T-Dot O, ten grand and we on with the show
Yeah, yo, up North with the cold, where we deal with purest snow
And it'll freeze your face
Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump
Like it's way crunk, yeah,
Fake punks get they face lumped
Sent to the most high, by the most fit
You
we do?
I want you by lonesome, above this counter space
It's easy and wholesome when no one's in the way
Well if no one's in the running for
Kiss me and I might
Put on the white dress
If you'll take me dancing tonight
The night's in your face, sky's in your eyes
The day's in my arms when
If there's ever problems in your face
Don't have to call my niggers
You repping taylors
That's what they call my niggers
I'm rolling papers to smoke
no blood on the dope
Bring it back all white, don't get no blood on the dope
Blood on the dope, blood on the floor, blood on your ho
My young nigga
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted
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