Lyrics:
the club
Yo, DJ cool to the rescue
We gon' break this joint down
Ayo a-huh, a-huh, ahh
If you pumpin' this one
In your truck
(Let's get dirty)
Say
at the age of three
so don't ask me why i'm heartless son
cause I was raised by some killers
so i guess I gots to be one
I'm down for whatever
"Let me tell you something, Mark
Don't worry about it, she's always had a mouth on her"
I said, "I know, but she's your sister, I've got her back
You
There's booby trap on that booty, foul play
By the way that you go down
Down down don't kill someone o
Yeba yeba yeba
Lo lo oh lo oh lo oh eba
You got me
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
Wicked man flows, think I'm a witchcrafter?
I might spit
But I'll get you licked down for a halfer
What you gonna do when shots at your head?
I said
What
down here
George doesn't believe in having to rough it
I could get to like it here!
Let's not ever think of leaving!
Look at this pierrot! Carmen!
For
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I
that man is out to get me!
They let you dream just to watch 'em shatter
You're just a step on the boss-man's ladder
But you got dreams he'll never take
as a movement.
It’s time now.
No you can’t be silent can’t be quiet now.
Let that voice be heard baby don’t tone it down.
You know we got yo' back baby just turn
home
On my way home from a great show
Leng down shows, I'm a P-R-O
Man wanna war like GI Joe?
OK, let me murk man with the yosho
Tell your boy don't get
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
the club
Yo, DJ cool to the rescue
We gon' break this joint down
Ayo a-huh, a-huh, ahh
If you pumpin' this one
In your truck
(Let's get dirty)
Say
Hundreds of bodies under my belt like I'm John Wick
If you talking shit, you get popped like a fucking zit
I pull out my TEC and I'ma let that shit fucking
glitter to gold
Don't let these devils play you down or belittle your soul
Just be happy with yourself and it's so simple to grow
Come on
[Chorus:
Fresh out the Pyrex spot, red Chucks on
Red beam on the Glock
So you better get your duck on
Blood in, Blood out
That's how I get my thug on
No smile
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
a laser)
(Let's get the hell out of here)
Is Mr. George home?
Hello, Mr. George?
This is your conscience, motherfucker
Why don't you leave
were crazy, crazy in love like you've never know,
She said baby don't you ever let me go
We were fast car, top down,
George Straight singin' bare
to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all
My name is Tino, you know
Baby let's
Papa paparazzi
Dances oh! NO! LEAVE ME! LET ME LONELY!
No! stop following me!
OH! YOU WILL NEVER M aAAH! gets killed
-Angel Down-
I confess I am lost
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
a little something about the dirt roads
Where we come from
I'm gonna rap a little bit, you feel like singing?"
"Yeah brother"
"Let's go"
Yeah, I'm
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