Lyrics:
Quietly, I'm tempted
Sure sounds nice to settle down for a while
Let the real estate show itself to me
I could wake up with a baby in a sling
Just
a slingshot
Got the long arm money, yeah, and a sling
I don't even name, I just sling shots, let it ring, yeah-yeah
We don't really fuck with the 5-0
Tryna
I'm walkin' wounded, got my heart in a sling
I've been injected till I don't feel a thing
You got me hurtin' where it gets me the most
If I had some
They say the product is good
We gonna sling it from the slums of the hills of the hood
'Til it's understood
We still search through the crates
job is done
And it's time to get those that's comin' up some runs
So you can see where they from, from, from
They say the product is good
We gonna sling
Two stars
Three stars
The night sky above
Used to mean everything
To horses in love
Girl in a sling
How come
Your eyes come
In and out
was bouncing around
He was laughing, saying: "dear, this is mad!!!"
Oh, come on!
Oh, come on!
Oh, come on! let's sling it and do it again!"
Then
of guns (uh) my niggas on the run
Pack the nickel plated ones
Get the cheddar however dun
Cause niggas got dreams
Painted king the drug sling
Got they brain
the fly
They godless where they from
Now I'm a sling thing
They got me sling thing
And I broke up that cup it
Don't matter what the rest bring
You can't
I'm tired out, pave the way, to low on gas to save the day
Slaves and outlaws king and pharoes, no tomorrow slings and arrows I'm tired out
I'm tired
Deaf chords, dead ends
Sling set can't meet their demands
Dumb whores, best friends
Infinity guitars, go 'head
Street wars, straight men
large with a little water when you pop wit' it
I send hope to late scramblers
Sling coke to you late you scramblers
Go broke, sling soap to you late
(Damn) devilish one with pellet-guns
Grew from sling-shottin' them
(To) sling, shootin' them, dice all day
Kept hook shot, nice all day
Right hook
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Candyland Joe with his ass in a sling
He won't be doing much playing around this weekend
Nevertheless he'll do his best
couldn't catch me I'm good at track and field
I might run up in your spot
When I'm runnin' from the cops
Sling work a Dime a dot
A hundred a rock
I give out
meet
There's a Goliath on a kid's slide
So sling a stone to defeat it
And blast your uzi at the northern side
Wear your foghat with pride
Wear your
the line
When it's time to sling that iron (Baow)
(Why, IIII)
They can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me)
Can't fuck with me (Can't fuck with me)
Can't
to mash it an' go home
For, some a dem a talk 'bout mi have one comb
Mi throw away di scissors an' mi
Broke off a di comb
But David sling Goliath with
don't mind me
How's it fair, I'm a magnet for psychos
And pretty riddles keen on me
You can lightly sling
Into my open heavy loving heart
First
don't mind me
How's it fair, I'm a magnet for psychos
And pretty riddles keen on me
You can lightly sling
Into my open heavy loving heart
First
me
If you want it, believe I ain't gon' hesitate to bring it
I'll politely put that thing in my hand and just sling it
(Hook-2x [B.G.])
I'm a gun
on and sling it
And if you can't sling it you simply have to
We heard your repertoire and at the final bar
We greeted you with a round of applause
But what
Quietly, I'm tempted
Sure sounds nice to settle down for a while
Let the real estate show itself to me
I could wake up with a baby in a sling
Just
sent them choppers on
Twenty niggas wit they khaki's creased
That'll clap police, that sling crack on the back of streets
Or twenty niggas on the back
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