Lyrics:
bigging up man like AJ
He won't forget man on pay day
Instant bank transfer no lay lay
Not left out in the rain like Ray J
Can't forget man that don't
albert, Darius
Billy Ray, Samuel, Michael, and Brian
Ended up dying from systematic violence
Forgive me for being blind when
We need an eye i know I could
If Mr Les Browne can make it renown
And Ray Anthony'll rock it for me
There's never a doubt, you'll knock yourself out
Whenever you can hear Opus
a mothafuckin' waitress
And that's word to the motha
From a brotha with a big ass dick, bitch, anotha
It has been made by bad ass Anthony Banks
MC Pooh
that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my f- mouth was nightmareish
the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics,
Chris Ray
Ay
If you ain’t know what it was before
You definitely bout to learn today
Yeah
I’m balling, now
Shots falling down
Them hating ass niggas
If Mr Les Browne can make it renown
And Ray Anthony'll rock it for me
There's never a doubt, you'll knock yourself out
Whenever you can hear Opus
ham nigga
This veneering clique never been set, generic gets down nigga
I been dope since Ray D, Anthony Peeler, KC
Killer city, everything that you
Put some money on my nigga books they got him booked away
Gave the bread to Sugar Ray
Hit my nigga line you wanna get booked today
Everytime I get
'Opus One'
It's not for Sammy Kaye, hey, hey, hey
It's 'Opus One'
It's got to swing, not sway, baby
If Mr. Les Brown can make it renowned
And Ray Anthony
Let's go down to the sea
Let's take a walk down by the sea
See the blood soaked sand go down to the sea
It's such a beautiful night, love when
nigga fire
Like Ray Allen in game 6, when James missed
Then Bosh tapped it to him
You know what had happened to 'em, swish
It's all about a swish
L'approccio è alla Moana
Io Rocky, lei Adriana
Il mood è nevermind
Come l'album dei Nirvana
Molassana by night
Quartiere dormitorio
Scritte sui muri
Segnano il
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
(Anthony)
(Yeah)
(Uh-huh, yeah)
(Lost)
(Quit playing with me lil nigga)
Holy shit, we pop out in that Fusion, spin around and pop his shit again
All
like Ray Ray
This stacking nigga, getting man
No he throwing gay rights
I'm thugging, I'm outchea going dummy
Same shit everyday
Still outchea with my
Ray-Peccer
Yea
Im on some Devon Coggins
And I aint ever stoppin'
Man I get the party poppin'
Got these girls going shoppin'
Cleaner than homies
you for fun
Your daddy got robbed by Top, you Stunna and Wayne, like father, like son
Anthony set up the plays, Kojo be chargin' you double for
parties are the shit, forty mags by the scones
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his dome
Click your fucking heels, there's no place like home
x-ray tricks,
It can take a picture in the dark and can even see through bricks.
I bought myself an album and filled it up with snaps,
And I've got some
with the gin I just need sprite
Get a little smoke you gon be alright
Homie told me that before he paid price
Now he in the pen like he Ray Rice
Get
with the gin I just need sprite
Get a little smoke you gon be alright
Homie told me that before he paid price
Now he in the pen like he Ray Rice
Get
steph and klay with every line I spray
I give her shades of gray but then I gotta skate
I get bands like ray she say her friend gay
She cumin if she stay
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