Lyrics:
and have a KitKat
Yamas to the girls tonight now get a shot and drink that
Mixing it up, getting grimy and greasy
Beats cooked up by my boy sleazy
When I
lyrics like a D-valve
Speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out
And seek out, a three the hard way endeavor
Pete Nice, search, produced by Sam Sever
lyrics like a D-valve
Speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out
And seek out, a three the hard way endeavor
Pete Nice, search, produced by Sam Sever
the time out my day slap a boy with it like I'm Ty Lucain
Caught em in that alleyway lucky aint leave em that boy like usain
By myself never needed no gang
town MURS
In the bay this ain't the way we get down
Lyric by lyric we make yall look like clowns
All of us underground kings that ain't been crowned
y'all, let's rock
Ni**as wasn't rocking with me when I needed help (naw)
Now a ni**a shining, I done did it by myself (my damn self)
I done earned my
it here
Now that things are very clear
Own you actions, feel your joy
I don't wanna be your whipping boy
Music by Paul Rudolph and Alan Davey.
The Other Side Of The Coin
Lyrics by: Rizo Balic
Slowly walking and keenly looking,
At the sweets stack on the shelves,
A hungry boy licked his
a good day
And mentor them lost boys, so they won't take away Rene
Atrévete - te said the man that i was bumping to
Couldn't understand the lyrics that
And my flow so hot, cook crack, Lamar Odom
Your boy's back, so relax, the cash stacks
Tracks, attacks cats on wax, then whack rats
Okay, by now, probably
it 10 toes down walking in his shoes
Furnace flow, type of lyrics that can blow a fuckin fuse
Different views looking from the top
Gotta see
Aww isn't this boy givin' them small pimples
In aww 'cause it's sauce, reminisce on Hip-Hop's innocence
Come at 'em from 3 different angles, the art
They want real rap
So I'm a bring it back
I'm slanging lyrics like it's crack
They used to call me whack
And they fear me
Now there under attack
Now
causing a scene
Hit by a rock
Last thing heard was a scream
The underdog
Just a young shepherd boy
Took out the bully
With none but a toy
A little headshot
Games
Lyrics By: Mr N
Song By: Mr N
Composition By: Mr N
Distribution By: Soundrop
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
I'm back and I'm ringin'
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
I'm back and I'm ringin'
confused
Consumed by the bars, seduced
Substituting solitude for ridicule
Solitude for ridicule
Jap trum with the beat
Trap drum feel the heat
Boys in
A man behind my words without a bar or a lyric
But dropped these bars to set a bar to let these boys know I'm serious
Check the temperament, tempers flare
They can never get us they can never stop us you understand
No be by Rollie no be by G wagon
Fuck anybody fuck anybody stopping me from progressing
jazz-sense
She sassafras her words have many uses
Peace out like deuces
Hang from every lyric like she nooses
Entertained by everything she chooses
Radio does
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
firearms and one pound of marajuana
Apprehended by four US marshalls by the state of Washington
[C-Bo]
They thought it was over but it just started
And some
This ain't your day so don't try to play Morris (I what?)
I bust backs with lyrics that break bones like bats
Crack my knuckles, get touched by
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