Lyrics:
on a flight, flight
Twenty hour flight
I ain’t never been a hater motherfucker
I ain’t got no time
Young money like the Lakers in their prime
Make money off
here
Girls on the floor knows our posse at the door
Should I stop? Nah cool, here's more of this song, a funky Christmas melody
'Cause Jordan K
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
to see him it
Was kind of aggravating
But it is what it is
Here No More
Today started out on some regular day shit
But that's definitely not the
Way it
to grab my old school tape
Mad with no music, but happy cause free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Got a knot in my pocket, weighing
my concepts go
My posse's to the side yellin', Go Vanilla Go!
Smooth 'cause that's the way I will be
And if you don't give a damn, then
Why
way I want her)
I said I really wanna work this out, damn girl I'm tryin'
It's the remix
[Repeat: x2]
I got this icebox where my heart used
enter nobody way live forever
Every day no fit be working day but have been grinding from Monday to Sunday
Me self deserve an holiday maka na every worker
wise, civilized in hip hop rhyme, from a black mind
To kicking it to you all the time
As-salam, you like a more a peace sign
Represents my way life
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
wannabees down, with some H20
As I go blow to blow, toe to toe, flow for flow
(Any has PMD?) Hell no!
I'm blowin rappers off course, like the S.S. Minnow
always misbehave, runnin for days
The North Star help me find my way
I ain't got no time to play, I'm trying to get away
Bloodhounds tryin
like a toasty (jheeze)
I'll been this way some day
And I write for myself, no ghosty
Me is a bowy got money inna bank
And ready fi roll and blaze
REAL UNDERGROUND BABY
By Insane Clown Posse
This clown don't smile and honk your nose.
This clown don't wear green goofy clothes.
And this clown
OG ON DA WAY
WHOS GOD, IDK BUT IM GRATEFUL
I HAVE THE FAITH
99OG KEEP IT REAL,NO ONE CAN FAKE ME
LIL BITCH CAN’T EVEN FACE ME
KTE IS IN ANOTHER PACE
Damn codeine got me slow
But I'm feeling really high
Yeah I'm merging on the highway
Going 99
Yeah she told me that she love me
But I know that it's
sound like it was made by my cousin
Let me stop playin
And get to the subject
Young pretty ni99a
And I know how to fight
But if he claim he shoot
I’m
their cash, call him a play
Nggas bein' cheap by sellin' that
remix sent them right on they way
Every thing for sale, uh, ain't nothin' for the free,
plan got my drake on
Suddenly my voice deep, got the bass on
Heartbeat accelerated cuz the race on
But no brakes young man got my game on
Walk over
Chorus:
[D.J. Paul]
You dealing with some thugs
who like to hit it from the back (back)
with no kind of springs attached
what you think about that
Chorus:
[D.J. Paul]
You dealing with some thugs
who like to hit it from the back (back)
with no kind of springs attached
what you think about that
friends
If you know the definition of ghetto, you'll take no offense
Me myself am one of them
Slum dog from the trailer parks
Ghetto by defnition
Shalom my
L.T., Uh, The nerve of this bitch
A bitch made purpose is to service a mac
In a skirt till her feet hurt workin trap
No breaks, ho break mine
I tried to tell 'em I'm the shit, but they told us, "no way"
With no cuts, they're like a barber, they're about to catch fades
My number one rule is
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