Lyrics:
the morning sky
As the minutes just creep on by
I get a thought and hear comes my Tribe
Ritual shakes and in good vibes
Like always the Quest begins
In
had long years ago
Now, we're far away
You were mine those many years ago
Now, I've called just to say
"So, what's new? How are you?
Do you mind that
count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
Earn it just
is mistaken identity
Whoever push me like Pusha T, I push back
I push a cap, before '93, I pushed crack
I'm hood, black, you know me well, what's good
the run my life
So I make up my mind
Am travelling the distance
Tchau Tchau bye bye
Leaving it all behind
I don't mind where the road takes me
As long
to pray for some better days
Ten years later, I'm in L.A. whippin' that Bentayga
I'm paid up with entertainers, Henny, no chaser
And bad bitches by
A Rocking Good Christmas Lyrics
From ‘Les Paul’s’ – Wishing everybody a rocking good Christmas!
It will soon be here
That wonderful time of the year
Rock the house like BizMark, if so let the fifth spark
sometime after dark
[Parrish Smith]
This is the funk (funk) comin out of your
of the force
Black biscuit by park side in a Porsche
You're off sides in the fort
We are survivors of the war of good and evil
I'm in the hood, in the hood
mother, no brothers, only sisters by this one
Every time I kissed one, I missed one, let me explain
Eight years before The Game, everything came with pain
bottles and roaches, helps to get it off my chest cause
I'm so stressed and all I here is "f*** the world" [Repeat: x2]
Man ever since life been
to aspire, to Die Hard"
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
Hip hop ain't dying on my watch
But sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she comes
hand on trigger
Crazy Lestat, check my track record
Everything I touch is gold since eighteen years old
So what that mean? I roll the blunt
And puff
Your Daddy is a deacon down at the Salem Church of Christ
And He makes good money as long as Reynolds Wrap keeps everything wrapped up tight
Your
to her side that day and she told them one by one
Your father was a good man ten thousand miles from home
He tried to do his duty and it took him
to aspire, to Die Hard
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
Hip hop ain't dying on my watch
But sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she comes
this King is earning
I'm so black that I'm proud of my versions
I'm 5'6 on the money I'm like 12 foot
But they keep on talking
But their birds back me by
that fame, you might claim
Couldn't stand up by my rap name
You might be good, I don't care
I've been rapping like this 13 long years
I got more
and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my first year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like they need a dollar
That's on my mama,
my pockets and threw my stars on the cone
Gimme the dice so I can break you niggas
I threw a see (C-I-X) so my point was the biggie
be)
It's a lil after 10 so when you get here....
I'll be here waitin....
[CHORUS]
Rock-A-Bye I'll be your baby
Lullaby make me go crazy
Rock-A-Bye so
before good-bye
If I could go back
to when you were here
I'd try to find the reasons
for all of your tears
Oh how my heart longs,
Oh how it cries
For
like he want to bust my lip
But that was never good for my health
So I take the shovel out my pocket and dig myself
Now when I look at the man in
the star was about to appear so
They could begin their long journey
From the East and where was the East
Some people say it could have
Been India some people
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