Lyrics:
take you to the backyard
Different color lacks boy
Half a mil' cash in ya hand ya'll don't understand
Bricks in my pants say lil dude this grown man shit
different moves
As long as I put my best foot forward I'm good with the outcome
Unless it's by myself I can never be outdone
No unsigned artist ever had this
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
started
Dropped 2 albums sounded so apart and
Y’all still in the same spot, sound the same as we all did, yeah
Don’t compare to me these others
We are not
colors through all this L$D
I just want you to join me
Won't you join me?
Seeing all these colors but with a different
Glow
Woah
Seeing colors left
The Feeling ( Ft. Jag , J.Stone )
Written by Adrian A Smith II , JAG & J.Stone
Mixed & Masted by MixedByCrook
THIS THE FEELING I GET WHEN I STACK
finding some money
(Let's go)
As soon as I found it, I flipped that (Flip)
I'm a little bit different, they get it
(They dig)
Know I'm stiff on a bitch
(woo)
I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (ha, brr, just racks)
I'm in a golf cart, rockin' Spider like that
Nigga rich as fuck, I
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
Ye ain't big-big whippin'
Ye ain't steady tip-tippin'
No girl gettin', homie
You ain't fresh azimiz
Think ye is (think ye is)
But ya ain't (but ya
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
Baby schreib auf Insta-Message
Ich bin auf der Street so wie Fed-Ex
Jeden Tag Survival of the Fattest
Big Mac-Maxi, Nutten nennen mich Schatzi
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
Took a lil while to think about it,
Thoughts came to mind,
Till one thought came by,
How do I transmit,
Fantasy, ego's and lies
Not true to Mines
'bout my life and shit
I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit
It's kind of funny how life changed and rearranged
No matter what
Here we go again (okay), big body Benz (skrrt)
Cut off all my friends (yeah), choppers for my enemies
Go and ask the streets about Lil' Dominique,
know, running in the Slick Rick
Bro, getting hit up by Big Daddy Kane. What the fuck, bro
Sorry I put it out like that, but it's facts, you know what I'm
take you to the backyard
Different color lacks boy
Half a mil' cash in ya hand y'all don't understand
Bricks in my pants say lil' dude this grown
kiddin' baby?
I'm out here livin', what is you doin', baby-by?
Big, big, energy, feelin' gassed up
Ghost ride on you if you switch up
Monster rollin',
Ooh, ooh, ooh
(Dtb, that's a slap) right there
Rich city stunner, big dog move militant
Cold as the winter, but my chick like the summer get
Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!
Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
shyguy (Skrt)
All my vvs different colors
Like it's tie dye (Colors)
Bitch I'm mysterious
Pull on me you must be delirious (Crazy)
223 shots in the head
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