Lyrics:
I'm a long way from fall, feel like passing off
They like Tech N9ne album, They on asinine
Asinine you know, They all asinine you know
Got more facets
homies use to tell me that she was no good
But I'm da manic in black
N-O-R's ease whores
So I figga niggas wouldn't fuck with mines
Guess what I got caught
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
all of mine
Three cell phones ringing (Hello) office hours nine to five
Hammer kept close by, in case I gotta nail sump'n
Ain't heard a word in weeks,
the whip
All my jewels they hit
2 tone on my wrist
How ya whole gang get lit
We took that risk
I was just broke in them trenches
Now Im damn near rich
Rock star!
Rock star! (rock on)
Rock star! (rock on)
It's rock n roll! (rock on!)
I got ladies that love my ladies
Haters that hate my haters
that dough
Triple M the mob we step in the club and these jewels on glow
Every track I’m on I’m spazzing yeah them n****s they know like woah
Like hold
Heavy D, Left Eye
Kriss Kross, Kid n Play dancing all night
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by
(Oooo)
(I’m talk’n bout money nigga)
Wet
Wet
Slatt
Huh’
Wet
Wet
Wet
Slatt
Huh’
Wet
Wet
Slatt
Wet
Ooo
Wet
Slatt
Wet
Oooo
All of my niggas go fool
All
of me
B**** don't wanna holla b**** I'm 'bout a dolla
I done came so sick now I'ma problem (problem child)
Can't get no features on my album n
to ride
To keep the heater right by her side
[Eve]
Ah-yo so what the deal dogg tell me keep it real dogg
N****z seem to the brain how you feel dogg
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
J'vois mon futur en décapotable
On détruit la prod on décal' au calme
Pour les jewels c'est la guerre
J'sais pas combien j'f'rai d'albums, mais j'vais
Album of the year says who says me bitch
You couldn't get this fire if you rubbed three sticks
I'm the shit you just not here's a kleenex
you pussy
Games
Lyrics By: Mr N
Song By: Mr N
Composition By: Mr N
Distribution By: Soundrop
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
The end of the flaw
The end of your malls
The end of your schools
The end of your rules
The end of the Jews/jewels
The end of the end
The end of the sin
was in
the days when they had some serious, you know, they had some good taste, these guys. I mean, they were
playing rock'n'roll and there was heavy
hate me, b****es in the head beatin 'em (So)
N****s wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherf***er, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
Cats freeze and beg please
Put them on their knee
We seize the opportunities for our families to make Gs
Bu'n the wannabes
We squeeze
button
We dropped this album yeah it's really sudden
I don't give a shit about your fake judging
You just jealous bout the beats I be crushing
By the time
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
Discuss these by n album jewel Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In