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to forget
By the sea, Mr. Todd
We'll be comfy-cozy
By the sea, Mr. Todd
Where there's no one nosy
And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president
FUCK SCOTUS for fannin' our every flame
Abandonin' legal precedent, panderin' to the states
Just appointed 'cause former President Orange will nominate
gravitated toward my ment-ality
My spiritual stamina
(God)
I've been praying Mr. Lamar
I promise
Spitting scripture on script
Splitting heads when I shift
But
the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say (Thug Life, baby!)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
views, that's not reflected on in your remarks
Media sharks can't handle this monopolistic monsoon
Tycoon tongue twister, dear Mr. Newscaster
Let me tell
the old school
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I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town
on
KID from the old school
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I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One
first to go he got it
She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it -he dead
Her sister didn't really live at all-confusion-he dead
His
Lay way back you cats, dig in
Live a while, yes, Mr. Mack is movin' in
Though the shark has, pretty teeth, dear
And he shows 'em pearly whites
I'll still be by your side
Ain't no grave
Can hold my body down
My bones will rise again
And I'll come walking back to town
Oh Mr. President
You never
I'll still be by your side
Ain't no grave
Can hold my body down
My bones will rise again
And I'll come walking back to town
Oh Mr. President
You never
don't like mosquitoes at all.
Mr. President, you said swabs are easy. And this isn't something that hospitals in the states have been saying. There are
alcatraz
And sentenced with a life without rehabilitation
Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger
It's my statement
Dear Mr. President Barack Obama, Righ after you
be alright but can't
Fuck with Young Wizzle
Mr 41, I'm Young Blow it by the idd-ow
I do work for your money Stuart Little
Rollin' back to back stay
Sam Spade his buddy Archer first to go he got it
She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it -he dead
Her sister didn't really live
Last night on TV I saw demons, one demon was you
Dear Mr. president the demon, the demon was you
You're spreading fear, you always seem on crusade
the proof
Or will the home of the brave and the land of the free bury me cuz of Melanin too
Dear mr. President, how do we really see change
I live in
killed
Dictatorship
On every lip
Dear Mr. President fuck your promises
We've been used by the american government
My people shed their blood
For your
expression on his face
Della went to him
Jim, dear, she cried, don't look at me like that
I had my hair cut off and sold it
I couldn't live through Christmas
dance, fucked up
Got your bitch in the back and she geeked up
She call me Mr. President and she cheeked up
Far from my peak but I'm stuntin' on this beat
And sentance with a life without rehabillitaion
Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger
It's my statment
Dear Mr. President Barack Obama, Righ after you catch Osama,
insane about my cash
They should re-open alcatraz
And sentance with a
Life without rehabillitaion
Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger
It's my statment
Dear Mr
is
The year that I got married and divorced
Held on for dear life but I still fell off the horse
From a Miss to Mrs.
Then the other way around
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