Lyrics:
and my mom is really great
So they’re the reason why I’m steady tryna get this cake dawg
This for all my homies that be waiting on my albums
This for all
foreign lands,
Talkin' bout {Ha!) Queens
I'm talking bout, Brooklyn
I'm talking bout, Uptown
I'm talking bout, downtown
Oh y'all with this too
of your life
Tortured by your past, but for what?
It is not for the good of
Your country, the United Kingdom
Or Great Britain
The Queen couldn't care less
think they been to Paris
Say she love C&K I took the bitch to Harry's
Only city in the state with no strip clubs
So we slide through the hood to get our
a rude awakenin', by ignorin', I pull the signs
Why did I give you the keys to authorize shit on my behalf?
Now, I'm scarred and mortified
What did I
That's why I write this sonnet
If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break
Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
blasted twice
why'all niggas live the average life
Raised in the hills with the wife, then turn gangsta when ya grab the mic
Nigga I only spit the facts
nothing, leave them
Bare skeng talk, I can't believe them
The red and white R6 I'll leave them
Ed Hardy glasses I can't see them
So why you talking like you
Made it this far
it's by Gods grace
If I tell you bout my gang life
It ain't no cap
I was born in the wild
Where them killers at
I be on the same
I remember when it seemed so easy
We dream of the life that we see on TV
The world's ruled by materialism
New cars, big house, new stereo system
I
at AirBnbs, hotels
Trying to make the album
Trying to make When It's Dark Out
And take it there and be great
Dear Gerald, life changed since you dropped
Shopp, man
We... y'know finally reachin' the end of this album and I just wanna thank y'all, like...
I was never a big fan of doin' the whole long talk
and
I will send a monster to your house!
Call him Harry Henderson
Oh my God, I was just in jail
Then the devil caught pneumonia, and it made me sick
excited for this album
I think this album is definitely your baby
And it's definitely gonna be heard by a lot of people
And a lot of people are going
And I dedicated it to someone I thought was down
To be by my side for the rest of my life
But that didn't turn out
But I still do love her and hope she
Life in the fast lane, catch me riding by
Livin' how I wanna and I make em wonder why
They don't understand how I be talkin to the sky
Triple Threes
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
plus
Rock his ass like Harry, he tryna size up Stay up in your lane, battling demons
Tryna win and you can't run away Bread, come and get my paycheck
doin' 25 to life is a roadblock
Welcome to my last album, Nip, time to close shot
Twenty million dollars actin' broke, nigga (broke, nigga)
All you
(Harry, you're a wizard, RELYT)
I see some fuckboys hatin' the game
Steady talkin' all that shit but
They ain't makin' a change
Hella bullshit in
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
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