Lyrics:
on my hat in
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Drive by homicide
R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die
Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English
hoe blaas die wolf by die hek
En ek kan rock in my taal
Ek maak amok in my taal
En ek kan skok in my taal ja
En ek kan rock in my taal
Hoor hoe brul
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles
hollow tips
Like Billy The Kid, two 9's by my hip
(Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow)
Ain't the one blame
When you see me in the streets
Don't call me
ruin this a-heart of mine.
I'll go see them come down my way
Like a fool you're gonna hear me say:
"I'll lay at your bed Sally Sue Brown
Please let
yawn
One slash one slash ninety-one
My teacher sees potential in me says sit down son
Now let me tell you like I heard it, when I felt deserted
Hey look I'm only in town for a night
And when I pull up, man the crowd get hyped
And everybody love me, the browns to the whites
You live like
I wrote this rap listening to Lilcumtism high in my bed
I'm so fuckin high right now man
If you don't like the smoke than get out the whip
Cause I got
front to back say hey, hey, hey, hey
I put Detroit City back on the map by singin hey, hey, hey, hey
Kid Rocks in the house and that's where I'm at!
empty
Soldiers in brown by the tens of thousands
Same seat all season yeah I ran some thousands
Throwback buss it
Rock the Goose Gossage
Last week had
Multiply by Conceptz
Songwriters: LeRoy Charles Brown III a.k.a. Short Fuze a.k.a. Fuze
Shaquille Keith Brown a.k.a.
to the center fo' da quick lay
Slay, anybody come in my lane
Gets blown out the frame by the Flipster and lames, look
Who is this gettin' swift with this
Like what I say
I'm in my zone off the brown
You know that Dusse,
Put your glasses up now
Hell yea girl
Underlay!
Oh keep ya hands in the air
Rock with
Yeah turn me up
This called everybody
It's by Everyone
Feel me
This that Soul Rock
Yeah
Everybody Everybody Everybody Everybody
Everybody Everybody
skins boned
I'm diggin her down with my skin tone
It's Brown er than Bobby cause humpin is my hobby
Down in the end zone, with mens, that made her
out of hand
Instead of me (stay alive)
He promotes
Charles Lee
Makes him second-in-command
I'm a General
Whee
Yeah
He's not the choice I
Wake up outta bed looking photoshoot fresh
Fiyah bun many men that wish death
Rock with the set make sure my niggaz fed
Rock with the set make sure
(shit)
I take precaution, before I slide up in the slit
Man (fuck) that I put aluminum foil on my (dick)
Cause if you catch it, boy that (shit)'ll kick you
Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about her struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my
Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about her struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my
Vodka in my water bottle, strangers in my bed
Bills up in my bra, intrusive thoughts up in my head
I got trauma, daddy issues, and I wish that I was
or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I fuck around
And you can tell by the bodies that are
the bank, that's where I stay (yeah, yeah)
Hardest worker in the business, call me James (James Brown)
Set my old-school on some forgis and blew out their
bed
Driven like the Audi 8, stressin' is dead
I address my affairs, strategic
Bash get the bread haters is heated
Work hard play hard now we in Saint
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