Lyrics:
SLEIGH
(Repeat and fade out)
Lyrics, Music, and Musial Arrangement by Julius J. Davis, Jr.
Copyright c 2016 by Julius J. Davis, Jr., Copyright P 2012 by
ask? Was to create a Dallas classic
So go cop another one and keep that one in the plastic
(By Any Means)
You had to have it/ All recorded, mixed,
Here I go again ready to flow again
Better hold my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical can't keep
loot
I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin'
I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin'
We some presidential players, with money by
(Yeah)
Diamond VV's
(Uh, Yeah)
She wanna fuck on the team
Cause my money be green
Surround by these hoes they holding me
Hostage I hop on the plane like
places
leave you speechless
[P.R. Terrorist]
Speak with a lisp
Lyrics of force'll skip ya disk
Shuffle your track, bring ya shit back
then make ya piss
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
the Atlantic ocean
As I flow in slow motion
And I be cooking you suckers like tan lotion
The K-double-O-L, G-R-A-P, and P-O-L-O
Would like to say hello
the house by Chuck D's side
Chuck got the flavor, Flav don't hide
P.E. crazy, crazy P.E., makin' crazy Louie's for the shoppin' spree
Ya eatin' dirt 'cause
The Bride Shabbat/L’cha Dodi
Hebrew from L’cha Dodi by Shlomo Alkabetz, the Siddur, Friday Night Service
Music based on “Erie Canal”; English Lyrics
in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you
Was having dough i'm like fuck critics
You can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics
You can
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
if ya wanna ride with me
Cause we bangin' on the streets, D.P.G. bang
[Chorus] - 2X
Let's bang
Let's bang, Cali Iz Active
Let's bang
Let's bang, Cali
buried alive by desire and their selfishness
Don't worry, I won't play like them
I can't be a capital dog in my life
The lyrics I wrote are so thick
waxin that anus
Suckers or professionals, BRING DOWN THE DECIMAL
point every time you subtract an emcee
People look at me, a P-O-E-T
teachin suckers like
a P-O-E-T
Teachin suckers like you about the I.C.U
And the KRS-One, sounds like arithmetic
Very psychological, why are you on the dick?
Well, my
a nightmare for anyone
White with a badge or anyone slightly affected by the tide to this race that I'm running in
Pardon me y'all the racists I run against
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
up, I'm lean fucked up
Pushin P so my weeds unstuck
But for the record she gone need my trust
And I got a way with words so it can't be luck
When it
class, first ballot hall-of-famer,
Some rappers claim that they got a heart full of anger,
How when your lyrics weren't written by a stranger,
Fool I'm
you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift
And no, this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the C-P-T
On a robbin' spree,
you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift
And no, this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the C-P-T
On a robbin' spree,
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
the membrane
Just like Cypress Hill
Listen up, S-O-N got N-E W lyrics for D-E-M
Get bun, get B-U-N get nothing, get N-U-N
I'm a D-A-N when it comes to the P
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