Lyrics:
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
in through the window
Pouring in
Pouring in
We flash red
Then back to black and white
Lights are on
12 am at night
Smoke in the backyard
I'll sing
I know a thing about you[00:23.41]Pull up on some slick shit[00:24.92]Girl I know you miss this[00:26.36]Used to do our dance[00:27.41]Now we dancing
is the only way to prevail
And of the Red we inherit the war
And of the first day after the disheveling of the firmament
We are the 131, the 12, the 1
of this cloud, 'cause it is just too deep
Sleep baby sleep
(DJ Paul)
We pimpin up on these hoes wit the Mack-10
The Mack-12 hit 'em wit the Mack-11
Catch
3-2 I am the one: job well done
I ball 24/7, 3-6-5, 12 months
What's up redbone, what's up caramel
Come to Wayne's world, it's a fairy tale
Yeah,
This futon I crashed on in college, well it ain't all bad
But at least it don't smell like you
Patron up on the counter, well it ain't your red
of petty sentiments
You better offer up penance
I'm a menace full of malice, countin' minutes 'til the mallets manifest
Take another look at me, I'm never
I got started on a red ryder, and a zebco 33
And I was out by the pond Catching catfish
Or shooting at squirrel up in a tree
I was gone from there,
of petty sentiments
You better offer up penance
I'm a menace full of malice, countin' minutes 'til the mallets manifest
Take another look at me, I'm never
the same
Cause' that's kinda my thing
That's kinda my thing
Jaw full of red man
Wrangler patch up on these jeans
Chevrolets still the only brand
Still think
tales[01:57.38]Oh they seem to kinda care[02:04.92]Red shirts turning to blue[02:07.18]Can you believe it[02:10.82]We'd sneak up to the roof[02:12.97]To just keep
(Martin Luther King had a dream,
But I had one too,
(Verse 1)
I Had a dream,
Had a dream of red and blue sirens,
12 was looking right at me,
Guns
poop
But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo
Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo
Can ya, can ya hear me? Checka, checka 1-2
Ayo,
Pull up yeah we swervin
On the curve
Fucc 12 free the bros
I see the judge we shooting birds
Bougie bitch she get on my nerves
Keep on asking for
a feather
Yves Saint Laurent
We got the gas packs in the trunk
Ridin' round town yeah Bentley Truck
If 12 hit the red light I gotta duck
Baby I ain't rockin'
She fwm cuz she sick of him uh
I gotta 30 for 3 of them
Don't tell it to 12 just me an him
Pull up in the nawf with my demon nem
If it's up then it's
racks pockets light like a feather
Yves Saint Laurent
We got the gas packs in the trunk
Ridin' round town yeah Bentley Truck
If 12 hit the red light I
by funk
Mothafucka, you ain't see my trunk
I got a (SK) and a (AK)
And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day
So recognize a real nigga from
the joint
Just a player with the big hair, baby (??) five
Still bumpin, getting high, constantly red eyed
12-28, full of bitches inside
1605, where
that these fags stared straight at my balls
They busting a bitch while I pull up my drawls
So I'm quick to take off, don't abide by the law
Like all
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
of the Imperium assembled before the towering cyclopean walls of ancient Gul-Kothoth. It was some time before the billowing dust cloud raised by the massed arrival
I salute
Your bitch come slidin' by the two
You ran out of money you had to loot (Red dot)
Kickin' a lotta shit, Jesus (Bawk)
Your bitch booted in
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