Lyrics:
with my counter-parts
On how to burn the block apart, break it down into sections (oh, yeah)
Drugs by the selections
Some use pipes (oh, yeah), others
Joe, swallowed up at sea by the mouth of a fish
But when they reached out by faith to the God who never fails
My bible say he made a way
Oh oh oh, oh
me
Ah, so you've discussed me
I'm a trust fund, baby, you can trust me!
I've been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine
So men say that I'm intense
Began to encounter, with my counter-parts
On how to burn the block apart, break it down into sections (oh, yeah)
By the selections
Some use pipes (oh
Oh my lord (Oh my lord)
Oh my lord (Oh my lord)
We were all sized up by Father Claude
Oh my lord (Oh my lord)
Oh my lord (Oh my lord)
The truth always
Like baby I ain't no Thomas
But I promise
When ya comment
they gone hear all my ebonics
Fluid
never said I wouldn't do it
Im jus focused on ya movement
(yeah) walkin'
Can't let her just walk by, yeah yeah yeah
(Alright, hey) oh you finna get dry, dry
Oh if you look me in my eyes, tonight, ooh
(yeah, yeah
by Snoop Dogg and Niggaracci
Yeah that's right y'all
A little som' for the ladies
1874 FM on your dial, The Big Squeeze
Brought to you by my main man
in her pussy if the cops come by regardless
Always tryna catch a play like the Saints' Michael Thomas
Tyreece in the back with a white bitch getting
alibi ain't gone work
Ain't it somethin' how them niggas from out that three be doin' that dirt?
Score a quarter from oh-oh, rock it up by four-four
changing me
It’s the fame machine
I can feel it in my veins
Changing me
Oh, so now you got fame
Now they know ya name, but you swore you’d never
eyes on me
I know I come quicker than the average guy
It must've been my lunch the full moon or high tide
I can try harder if you stay by my side
It
Kenako yaka bakano thoma maka
As long as ngithola ubu cent just to spend with my friends
Always on the move like a taxi driver
Think its a movie mekhi
Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get
Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
This, this, this for my projects (oh, oh)
This, this, this for my projects (I say, oh, oh)
This, this, this for my projects (I say, oh, oh, yeah)
she'll come by and pay him next week
Yeah oh, and while you at the store
Don't let him forget my little snuff, no
The doctor said to stop dippin'
But Lord,
big backwood, on my break say fuck the lunch, ayy
Said he want a sack, I'm like, how much
Oh, you want a QP in the bag, oh, that's what's up, ayy
Shop
that I may not be the best person to give advice
As you have witnessed multiple kitchen sink-throwing crime
But oh how I wish I had an uncle Thomas
in 1776.
But I never heard the topic said there, tank tops and chest hair
too enthralled by the rockets' red glare.
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh,
oh-oh
out that I got something
See I'm fueled by the faith of believers
Say my name in the mirror 'til you see me
Right behind you with the hook or a cleaver
leave you but bitch you was bugging
Jeans made by me they tight on my skin
Price going up the sky where it end
90 in a 45 wreck the whip
Ima slow that
'Cause I've left that girl so many times before, oh
By the time I make Albuquerque, she'll be working
And she'll probably stop at lunch
Just to give
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