Lyrics:
just at the right time
Mac in my right arm
Tequila bottle in my left arm
Like Christion, watching my life go
Can´t do myself in
Wolves in the night yo
like too
I got dank got for the high
Cool space for the vibes, you could be robin and stay by my side
Stain in yo sheets, I ain't staying the night
Cool
give a shit about yo biatch
That nigga that's from the block killin off that cott
So nigga, sheeeit; baby barbeque ribs and guts, and uh
Don't let me
Look, I'm from Westside California, they run up on ya
Ask you where you from and check yo tatts under yo clothin'
Hustla, go hard make sure my knot
this is just the first draft
Give these girls long neck legs bent backwards that giraffe
Inspired by young dick
Already got you hesitant to bump this
a hand up your ass
Pulling your strings like a puppeteer
You're not free for all
Your holes are all for one
Unus pro omnibus, omnes pro uno
Like
in the zone
Drunk by myself
The reason that I want to be alone
Tired of all the things that went wrong
That would have went right if I would have
right by my side
But on your free time
I can put Chanelly on ya waist but can I just have some me time
Freeze time, put a new AP on yo' ass for
In it for the ride yeah yeah
I'm the one you call and I'ma make it alright yeah (Alright)
You are not alone I'll be there right by yo side yeah (Your
toss em in the flames
DIS 107 SHIT GO SUPc HcRD LIKE TYSON IN THE RcNG
no strings attached, bitch this was a hit n pass
up in yo feelings cuz my dicc
have known by now..
Yo Dre (what's up?) *Bang*
Boy ya should have known by now...
Yo Dre (what's up?) *bang*
Boy ya should have known by now, Eazy duz
get gutter on this motherfuckers why'know
It's how we do it (yeah)
Feel me baby?
Yo yo stay away from 38 tech nines and shotty
I
goose by the handle
And I got the keys to the lambo
Lets joy ride
I might take lil bitch for a joy ride
You a pussy boy
You a Boy Scout
Taking yo bitch
and he gettin' grown
The pain that we done went through
I just be getting stoned
Was never taught right from wrong
Was always taught if you wanna go get it
baby this a Klondike
Even though my scars old, gotta get my mind right
I'm gone see you down the road, maybe when the time right
But I know that it's
Whatever that might be
In all forms shapes and sizes
Yo this globe's gone mad
Best you know where you stand
If you don't ya be looking for strings to grab
what I mean man
This shit is way to deep yeah
No way
I don't need no one I'm cutting all the strings yeah
This the type of shit that you see in yo
give a shit about yo biatch
That nigga that's from the block killin off that cock
So nigga, sheeeit
Baby barbeque ribs and guts, and uh
don't let me
face and they telling me I’m wrong yeah
So what would you do right now fighting for my life now
Pops told me to bite down and moms saying it's tight now
with me
She's a brown skin woman, just as sweet as a girl friend can be
Mmm mmm, babe, I may be right ay wrong
Baby it's yo'why opinion, oh, I may
Nigga get yo hand outta my pocket nigga
Get yo hand outta my pocket
It ain't nothin' nice
Ras Kass: Son I'm skimming through the
Billboard Top R&B
to keep me hangin' on
My heart is like a yo-yo string
I'm tied to you, I'm tied to you right or wrong
My love keeps on growing
Cause your love keeps
tied to you right or wrong
My love keeps on growing
Cause your love keeps right on showing
Just enough, just enough to keep me hangin' on
Oh baby
gotta bounce like pogo huh
Gotchu on a string like yo-yo huh
I'm the only guy that you don't know huh
I'm the only guy that you won't know huh
I have
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