Lyrics:
time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine
I cry at times I once contemplated suicide
And woulda' tried but when I held that 9, all I could
Definitely the oldest song on the album, it was originally recorded on our first album (1990), In Love With The Greenery, when we played under
the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
(Still) hittin' them corners in
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after two platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's
My man Willie Willie Willie D
Taggin up BDP with a fat marker
And this is what's on today's charter
Ha hah hah
All the ladies in the place
and retire with
Walk in the crib, filled with desire for
SL, the rims and the tires for
Third strike, and all of your priors for
Gave up your whole empire
Why you wanna be my Zanna? Why you wanna be my Zanna?
80k streams on an album by myself, started wvvy crew and I did that by myself
I remember 2017 all
Yeah LT
And it's the brat tat tat yall
And its another album
Uh huh and its so phat phat phat yall
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
Im in
your right girl
You probably find one of them, "I like art-type girls"
All of the lights, she was caught in the hype, girl
And I was satisfied being
compassion
He lives in the love
That lives in our hearts
Words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry
the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
(Still) hittin' them corners in
any nigga challeging
Blow one all in your knee cap leave you staggering
Scrambling cause theirs a whole lot of shit we be handling
My hands all in
with me
What you talking about you can't spit this game like me
Some of y'all suckers need to fall in love
And stay there and quit trying to be
but the fans was with me
Know my name around the world but it still ain't hit me
All the talent in the world and they still don't get me
I didn't
my fate
Life in the dark of the heartless
Looking at the remedy for all this
Everyday they look at you a target
Falling victim, them and
Him
one deep
MF DOOM on my headphones
Album done so it’s tour mode
Spaceship in sports mode
Alien on my front seat
Earl Sweatshirt on my stereo
Space suits
with no soul at all
SO I had not made my Marley or my Dylan
Or even my K'naan I had made
An album in which a
Few genuine songs are all but
Drowned out
lil A up in the Honda
And a bitch love me cause I keep
They girls up in the humma
You know I keep my government name
All in ya CD changer
I wrote every
Yeah... Bucks... In The Bucks We Trust
I keep on getting better by the day
I'm working gotta an album on the way
I'm thankful for the blessings that
rhyming for
Got me in a New Music Seminar back in '94
You and Black, I was with Rubix, JuJu, and Forté
We was snot-nosed kids, but you showed us love all
rhyming for
Got me in a New Music Seminar back in '94
You and Black, I was with Rubix, JuJu, and Forté
We was snot-nosed kids, but you showed us love all
broken
I ain't't jokin, girl, I'm still in love
The kid is wildin', we thought he would get it down by the third album
But this nigga is still in love
nigga
Seen you last week in your black ass car, freak
You try to play like Mr all of that
But now you wanna come to me with some chit-chat
I don't have no
guest for y'all
He go by the name of Drag Dash, get 'em man
Guess who's back in your buildin? ya big pimpin
Your big disc got Drag Dash on, now come on,
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