Lyrics:
Trigger,
To carry me off into my favorite dream.
Chorus:
Roy Rogers, Roy Rogers, Oh you were my hero,
A man made of steel on a horse made of gold
Together
Selfish desires are burning like fires
among those who hoard the gold
As the continue to keep the people asleep
and the truth from being told
Racism
reach out for nothin'
I can't wait to catch you bitches out in public
Buyin' out the mall, fuck your bitch in front you
Okay, too aggressive, other
of vacancies in this line of duty, bands who don't want to quit after the front man, and the main song writer, has left the building. Right now Nirvana,
1984
When I met the biz markie out in front of the store
He used to tell me all the time, "yo your lyrics is hype
We got to get together and make
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
NOW,
HOPS ALL OVER ME.
I AIN´T GONNA STATE NO COLOR,
BUT HER FRONT TEETH CROWNED WITH GOLD
I AIN´T GONNA STATE NO COLOR,
BUT HER FRONT TEETH CROWNED
Man you lashed out
Cause me and my niggas throwing
Rocks at your glass house
Put the trash out we coming to crash out
We comin' Warriors style,
Man you lashed out
Cause me and my niggas throwing
Rocks at your glass house
Put the trash out we coming to crash out
Become a norious style pulling
fade was a Caesar
you try to diss I'ma get destuctive
walk in with a bubble man I'm gonna bust it
one by one wack dancers I'm callin' off
yo Play see
You know, that's why, man
I be telling you all the time, man, you know
Love, that word "love" is a very serious thing
And if you don't watch
lane
I was to blame but stopped my headlight in the front
'cause I ran into her back
But she didn't, over-react, 'cause her cruiser wasn't even
the sociopolitical climate change, a man-made miracle
For a third year he tried to instill the fear
Now he won't run the scope, he's provoked the idea that
By any
Maybe I am the one that got away
My daddy say it's someone watching over you
Eventually the tables will turn
(I mean they always do)
These gold ropes
shyt
You in this bitch with the kings
And we get lit
Gold on my neck all I rock is gold medals
Ima real king watch me walk on rose pedals
If you see them
On the front line it was by design (yeah)
They wanna take mines (come on)
And try to break lines
Walk with a soldier to the frontline (come on)
Gas in
rider, now, hops all over me
I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold
I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth
Girl I'm parked outside
See the cops outside
Getting tickets, really man, I swear like not this time
Gold blades, white ice
And my dirty white Nikes
work
Northface bubble with, eight bundles under it
Gold front upper-lip smile while I was hugging it
I lied, I wasn't Lucifer's neighbor, he who I'm
nothin' though
Still I stand tall pockets thick
Fitted sitting low
Twisting with my chick
Out the manor in front of getting gold
She ain't a gold
of a 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front
You know, that's why, man
I be telling you all the time, man, you know
Love, that word "love" is a very serious thing
And if you don't watch
to the D Boys (drug dealas)
Neighborhood dope man
I mean real niggas
Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides
with me (yeah), I got the shovel with me (Yeah)
And you in the desert with me (huh), drugs, I got several in me (yeah)
Now dig your grave all by
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