Lyrics:
artist-artist-are-are-artist"
[DJ Quik]
Now when I say I'm complete;
That means I'm true to my game and my cap
And I refrain from bein played like a sap
And a bitch? No
I've got a mellowship, I've got a fellowship
I've got a nonstop "yo swan" hello chip
Born to adore the big bad bison
Thunderstorm and a man like
brought these niggas to the game
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder If I can come take some of yours
When I go get a new Bentley
I just want
a day
Erogenous zones win again
Blue sing la lune sing lagoon
These visions are making me stay
The artist pretending it's art
The question is where
a day
Erogenous zones win again
Blue sing la lune sing lagoon
These visions are making me stay
The artist pretending it's art
The question is where
One of these days and it won't be long (it won't be long now)
One of these days and it won't be long (you bound to come up)
One of these days
These vibranium can't break
That's the one, do music for fun
Make deals with artists (yeah)
Pull up to the office
Make deals with artists
Pull up
Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell
And I feel like I'm comin' home
These are better days, baby
There's better days
medication
We'll have more on this story as it develops"
"Shady Records recording artist Obie Trice
Has apparently survived a gunshot to the head
In what
These are the good old days
These are the good old days
And I think I'd like to stay
Oh, I'd like to stay
Oh, I'd like to stay
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 years
a day
Erogenous zones win again
Blue sing la lune sing lagoon
These visions are making me stay
The artist pretending it's art
The question is where
Over any other days I've ever known
Oh, your sweet ways make these days
Feel like home
Man, I've chased some crazy dreams
Reaching for that big brass
I'm in you
More so when they put me in the ground
These days, days, days run away like horses over the hill
These days, days, days run away like
I'm in you
More so when they put me in the ground
These days, days, days run away like horses over the hill
These days, days, days run away like
Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves
They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches
So they nominate 'em, get 'em
seemed more a dance done deep inside your heart
Tonight I wonder if it's true, like we felt it at the start
That an artist truly does it best when he
Aah, one of these old days
artists have told
Since we have heard of man, what it is like for anyone who gets to this planet to survive it
What it's like to die or to have somebody
this song
Don't take away money from artists just like me
How else can I afford another solid gold Humvee?
And diamond studded swimming pools, these
turnpike, counting the headlights
Those cars just like days pass me by
I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
I am the fighter, few will remember
Tonight this fool's halfway to heaven and just a mile outta hell
And I feel like I'm comin' home
These are better days, baby
There's better days
it was God, but it felt like God
I thought the thought in my head, "Check the Bible"
I'm gonna speak to you from the verse of the day
That means I
so finish what you got
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like
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