Lyrics:
[CHORUS]
Alcoholism [8x]
[E-40]
Pull this bitch over my nigga
I got to piss
I stay with sip in my fist
I drink like a fish
Sometimes I be sober
But
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
sitting by your side.
The safety regulations,
Are rigorously explained,
The exits have been pointed,
The buckle-belts are strained,
Upwards lifts
anythin' anymore
and I wasn't scared of worryin', fuck that all
When the sleeps went on
and you tried to find a signal I ain't got one
Online food
a point that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your head with oil--lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it
the barge go by He comin' to talk to you / Norman Who is Senator Pullman anyway Why do I have to signal the barge? / Iris Welcome to the Caribbean, put
back up
Nike Airs comin' in by the Mack Truck
On all ten, got my motherfuckin' checks up, bitch
New style, new hairdo
New style, new hairdo
New
Who s next x marks the generation vexed and perplexed aftereffects of experiments Instructed by the text a trick
Who s next x marks the generation
(3x) Ya
cin't no lie
The Garden's been my prize
Don't fuck with them shortcuts
Passin' them all by
It don't work (2x)
Trust me I know
Let it hurt (2x
Forget you
Sprinkle me man
Uh, sprinkle me man
Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can
to monitor, this is Apollo Control, Houston
Apollo Control, Houston, we've acquired signal but no voice contact yet, we're standing by
We're looking
on loan, Sadat rollin by your school
You brought your frontin friend Gwen, beggin for the Benjamin
I'll see you a ten, with a haircut, like Scottie
like Sammy Gravano
It's easy, child barely an Italiano
But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel
[Chorus]
No honey can set
and moan, I prefer sticks and stones
From the unrelenting filigree of digital Rome
I throw a signal fit to eclipse, videodrome
More than pics of your pets,
the veins clogged, been screwing my whole life time to hang rock
At home where I write my shit, my days are counted so I gotta life to live
I do right by
is you
You're all I need and all I'm ever gonna be
You're giving me mixed signals
Don't drive me back and fourth
If I'm not your intention
Then stop
in rotation rotation
This world is dangerously beautiful you never know who hating
Not tryna go out by bullets just for the path that I'm paving
I
Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I call it death
'Cause it makes me choke and lose my breath
My toes
In the Dodge City yards of the Sante Fe
Stood a freight made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and waste
Was groomin' the great iron
In the Dodge City yards of the Sante Fe
Stood a freight made up for the east
And the engineer with his oil and waste
Was groomin' the great iron
Do me and get away
I got a glimpse of your license plate
N-W-A."
[Chorus: x2]
She was Chubby and
Ready to Rock
Naughty By Nature and
Part
In the world that we live in, AI predates what is born, what is forged is remembered
Nothing written, rather stored in the system by the same droids
they called on my name
Don't you know I'd do it
Shine my signal all over Gotham
I'd be true
It's my distinct pleasure
To come down from my grass
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