Lyrics:
their hearts cause they hard and wicked
Sin hates god for real
That's he's rarely talked about and he don't get the mass appeal
You might see sin
Seven to ten deals, eleven to twenty hills
Rest in peace to my brother Half-A-Mil
Unnecessary blood spilled, another thug killed
Move with the mass
really thought
[K-OS]
Hey (Echoing)
Yo
Put the needle on the record
Here we go again
It's the brand new funk for real
Mass appeal is everlasting
making all the money
HA HA HA HA HA
[JD]
While ya'll ride matchbox, I push the hot wheels
Don Chi-Chi with the mass appeal
Lettin' champagne spills
though it may not bring mass appeal
Your opinion is yours, my opinion is mine
If you don't like what I'm sayin'? Fine
But don't close it, always keep
the screw
Does the noise in my head bother you
Something's gotta give
Comic books are comin' true
Does the noise in my head bother you
Digerotic mass
shit, true, balla pack steel shit
The nigga with, the movie and the mill shit
Mass appeal get me in the clubs for free
So all you got to do for me is
While y'all drive match box,
I push the hot wheels,
Don chichi wit' da mass appeal,
Lettin' champagne spill,
From my house to my grill, see,
All
driven me before
And it seems to have a vague
Haunting mass appeal
But lately I'm beginning to find that I
Should be the one behind the wheel
Whatever
break they neck from this demonstration
We about mass appeal, no segregation
Got Black to Asian and Caucasian sayin'
"That's the joint, that's
real
Funeral's never cool, nigga, pass the steel
I'm a guru in the kitchen, whipping mass appeal
Boobie got a life sentence on his last appeal
That's
that playin'
People break they neck from this demonstration
We about mass appeal, no segregation
Got Black to Asian and Caucasian sayin'...
And they be actin' dumb from the cut that playin'
People break they neck from this demonstration
We about mass appeal, no segregation
Got Black
really lost
Is it really lost
What you really thought
Hey
Yo
Put the needle on the record
Here we go again
It's the brand new funk for real
Mass
balla pack steel shit
The nigga with, the movie and the mill shit
Mass appeal get me in the clubs for free
So all you got to do for me is just
Make your
molly pops
She pretty but she insecure
As baby-mother scars mass appeal
And this bag i hit got me alaskan chill
From 93 til infinity
We poppin major drama
Mass Appeal, now we really up
Reminisce
Relationships ain't the prettiest
I was stuck on the silliness
Was it love that I was really in?
We don't
Colin Zeal knows the value of mass appeal
He's a pedestrian walker, he's a civil talker
He's an affable man with a plausible plan
Keeps his eye
the techniques, e.d. fantastic
Unreal gangster shit, mass appeal
Rap's top dog, I'm the one you call on
To get sic'-with-it, e don't forget it
I'm six, two
Colin Zeal knows the value of mass appeal
He's a pedestrian walker, he's a civil talker
He's an affable man with a plausible plan
Keeps his eye
many to name
Em, The Company
Exit, what up?
Mass Appeal
Annie, everybody, thank you
Peace
culture
21, Esco, Mass Appeal, Slaughter Gang
This shit too easy, king
job
Not to pull out the steel and shove it in your grill
Young California got that mass appeal
I summons the hood, they get up in yo' ass for real
world knows
The dream of a king 'bout to unfold
We 'bout to do this thing for real
Diverse City got mass appeal
So put your hand in the hand of mine
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