Lyrics:
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
Yoda
A Florida, Pensacola
There's more to roll-a by Motorola
I'm in control-a, I hit the quota
I made this beat sound while
I was in Minnesots
Fuck,
dreams of me going crazy (Crazy)
Then reality hit damn that shit amaze me (Maze me)
I know they gonna hate but it’ll never phase me (Phase me)
Like oh (Oh)
a mf tat
Got kicked out of school
Coulda kept my strap
Know plenty dudes thats stuck in a trap
They are
Stuck in a maze
From making them plays
Crack is
bad days
Trapped in a popular maze. I never had ways
Trapped in a popular maze
See the constellation map in an ocular gaze
Thought I struck by you,
on the album so you know I'm bout to come with some heat
It's that conversation flow, I'm just talking on this one but
It's the last song on the album, so I had
Tretí track bol hit
Takto by som mohol pokračovať kým track neskončí
A oni aj tak stále povedia, že ma pretlačil refresher
(Ha)
To sú presne ti isti
this self apocalypse
No escape, welcome to your never ending maze
Eyes gaze into eternal eclipse
Blinded by the search for unknown bliss
My head is
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
I needed
I hit the road on the weekends to do a show
Ain't ask for money but they
Still gave a lil' dough
Just a bunch of wild kids in the front row
'em grown and then watch 'em lead
Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
Showed them how to do it, yeah I did that
Big money, jumping out the gym, bitch, I got big racks
Big bullets, hit you in your chest, I bet you feel
track of the album “Cantigas de Maio” (May Songs), that debuted in Santiago de Compostela (capital of Galiza) in May 10th, 1972.
Outlawed by the Fascist
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
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Další rok další album sick byl
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on hard
I be rippin them tracks
And by the time it hit the shelves
I'll be gettin' it back!
So many niggaz playa hatin'
So I'm totin a gat
Pistol grippin',
Seeing stars, but not in a daze
Used to blow my mind
But now, I'm not so amazed
Putting up walls, I'm in my own maze
Constantly overthinking every time I'm
time spent towards me
& in turn, towards you, the listener, ya know?
This album is a reflection that you can do whatever you put your mind to
Follow
and walk down that alley
Married to the game, I'm amazed by this album
Treat it like a maze yea I'm thankful for the outcome
Hoping for some praise, already
great
I'm actually losing myself in my maze
So many voices fighting in my head
Take your time versus hurry you late
Late late late late
This society wants
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