Lyrics:
the show begin!
Chorus: Alucard (Sung x2): (8 Bar’s Each):
Dusk becomes the bright dawn of night,
They all wondering why it’s only after dark!
Después del
Schlampe
Wenn ich nich' grade mit Farid Bang
Frisbee im Park spiel, mit 10-Kilo-Hantel-
Scheiben an 'nem wunderschönen Tag, während euch Hungersnöte
a mistake
Niggas never really win when they playin' it safe
So I'm goin' all in till I can pay for a wraith
Need like, ten fifties, by ten fifty
I got
stomach
Digging deep down her inside I think I feel her vomit
Chiefin' on that loud got me feeling like a comet
Vocabulary sound like ten years worth
em know we in the house
CL hit em off with the verses
Never judge a book by the cover; discover the Soul Brother
With the Mecca Don Workin'
style
T is for takin you where you won't go
you for all the hunts of the underground heros
V is for the voters the vocals and the vision when
W is
inside the park, and laugh and give kids candy
They say he was weird, but the bodies he killed
He always scratched off the names of the people he killed
fried
Baby you a principle I love to apply
Cause we match like it scratch
When me move we comply
Your style isn't wild and I love that it's mild
Leave
from
If shorty bumped down
Then that mean she a hard bum
If dummy my round then that mean He gonna spark drums
Move by the pounds and sell by
fast
Rents split 20 to 10, legalised twelve, drew to the pen
Lyricism shocking according to Flynn, institutionalised by the system
Climbing the ranks
with me?
Had to dumb the flow down for the dummies
And the lazy intellects
Who don't read Complex
Since print went out of style
And digital went wild
a forgotten city
Hip Hop was removed from the
Ancient landmarks
Where we sparked in the parks
It was never about the
So-called top ten charts
Remember
can not resist this, this is proper pimping
Your 100 couldn't match ten
And ain't even going in
You still growing, Call it boys to men
Southern
nigga
My niggaz ***! style like they shoot at niggaz
Black cat some say I'm superstitious ****! fucking with these stupid bitches
It's the grim niggaz
Opp lil' ho, she gon' bounce on the deck
Opp lil' ho, got the ho doin' tricks
Look at her stupid, she ask for a kiss
Stop by the playing, you gon' die
Kokonyas
When you smile;
You look better
In every style;
You look hotter
I want to stick by you my babe
Nini unachofanya;
Na ni nini unachosema;
When your
[Styles Paniro]
I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5
Gettin' high with the Coogi frames over her eyes
Sweet to the tail, still won't fuck in
the drums of a neighboring tribe
Absorb the vibe, feels good, close my eyes
And step out ( ? ) by the crisp night air
I gotta stay aware, god, it's demons out
air forces white tank and shit
Ain't nothing soft on boy stop thankin' it
I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet
This bank I get style we all that
day by day, strivin to live like the Romans
Instead of shoppin at Lomans I want to roam the globe wearin robes
Fuck, designer clothes and them minor
presenting the one and only, USU...
Hook:
You can't win if you don't play, HEY HEY HEY (x3)
Looks like it's time to get paid we hit the jackpot
Zeb:
Crippin' like I crept in the cut
By caught - slippin'
Now he six feet deep
And a nigga with him
Fool it's Crip for life I thought you knew
I guess by night
keys and said "Go to the fourteenth floor"
So in a flash I was there, cold knock on the door
Bombarded by cigar smoke, the smell of Hell and War
And when
keys and said "Go to the fourteenth floor"
So in a flash I was there, cold knock on the door
Bombarded by cigar smoke, the smell of Hell and War
And when
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