Lyrics:
the next month, I can't say shit
Tell 'em that we
Play hella cool but it's serious
Honestly probably 'bout to become an anomaly
I can see all of this
loopy
I look at you naked, my dick goes droopy
Scoop me, shit! Black truck rolls on
You's a ryda like my
Name's Malone dumb bitch
Hell yeah, I'm a ryda
fall (Fall)
Tell 'em Madrox seeping evil is Cabal
Feel alive in a new world
With us! Cabal! Cabal!
When there's no one you can trust
At all! At all!
myself I had to look out for me
If you feel depressed you got bit by the bug
I had to tell 'em that nothing is free
I wish I could give y'all a little bit
Organized chaos brings out the noise
Hey ladies,it's just me and my boys!
So let the engine work like a thousand man marathon
Hu! enter the dragon come on!
at all, so I'll be damned, boy:
Thank you for those 7 priceless days.
Please, don't be a stranger, look inside my life.
Full of it? As you are... with
Yeah, okay (Shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Sweet like a Swisher
She gon' blow me like some zaza
Baby thick, redbone, look like La La
Made a dub
care of ya kids but you fly Tho
Got ya taxes went and bought yaself a ride Tho
But you still livin wit ya momma tell me why Tho
Still sellin nicks but
don't fold
Smoking with me myself and I
Pass the blunt around and I look in their eyes
They wanna throw hands they wanna go brawl
I can tell how by
Yeah
Ya boy Kee on the track
See that story
Yeah that truth and all pain
Tell me what it is
Going on a lick
Gotta bring the strap
Load it up, one in
(What about us?)
Where did we go wrong?
(Ooh) someone tell me why
What about baby boy?
(What about it?)
What about the days?
(What about us?)
What
all by your lonely
Same shooter turned witness
Never show the folks the cash
Never show no folks the stash
Respect a man if he deserve it
And never
I know the people hear me
Mob figures, got hitters cause they made men
I ain't an Asian rapper
I'm a rapper that's Asian
To get to this position
Look
with my kids and my wife at forty
Getting woken up at six in the morning
By my kids who can't wait to see their presents
The look on their face is too
some bases
Swinging for the fences
Look at all the happy faces
And I'll throw it to you
You throw it to me
Let's invite the kid who lives down
and never taking a second look
To tell the truth: a nigga from Sac is another crook
Illing for the fact I got my hand on some 8-Ball
So when I starts
on Balboa
You Apollo king
I may look like a rapper but I'm a known clapper
Cleaning out your stash
Slanging hot brass
In a class, all by myself
You slept, I
keep changing our lives stop, look and listen
It's destiny calling you (when destiny's calling you)
Looking back remissing changes long gone by
killers real active
Fuck totin' them pistols, nigga, all my choppers real massive
He got hit, but the boy look like he got bit by a Bullmastiff
Free big
adore you
All my people that know what's going on
Look at your mate help me sing my song
Tell her I'm your man
You're my girl
I'm gonna tell it
of knowledge
I demolish, abolish, so don't try to follow
I look into your body in the dark and I could tell you that you're hollow
You're sleepwalkin, blind
really adore you
All my people who know what's going on
Look at your mate, help me sing my song
Tell her I'm your man, you're my girl
I'm gonna tell it
the palm trees
Now you pine for the palms of your friends
(Branching, Bowing, Bent)
Now nobody kicks me when I'm up
or drags me down
Fuck em all
.
Look
quarter past four
'Cause me and Jimmy been sitting at the bar
Drinkin gin and playin' cards
Got the ace up his sleeve, got a pistol by my side
And if
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