Lyrics:
the Hills, probably live there
And get money like me
And the pussy so wet I need swimwear
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I don't know what these niggas
M G we've been here
Straight from the north side
Right by the project how did I get here
Sippin' on lean with a bad ass bitch
From the Hills, probably
I should shut up and just move on like Sean (In the hills with our windows down, listening to 2SEATER)
Dazed and amazed and I'm dazed and I'm wrong (7
(Sometimes)
But we get by
(Well, what'cha want to do with it?)
One day at a time
[T-Boz]
Stuck on me at waffle house
After 1:12, when I go out
Where do
act. And so it's a very old song, 100 and something years old. I think it was more than 100 years old. Steve couldn't believe that us Brits were talking
shakedown
Is 'cuz a lot of niggas have fucked up
Word up, industry shakedown
Now what I mean by fucked up is
They don't wanna see the game played right
shakedown
Is 'cuz a lot of niggas have fucked up
Word up, industry shakedown
Now what I mean by fucked up is
They don't wanna see the game played right
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
can still here but the
Team was fallin out up in Heaven man I hope
He was smiling out devil working when I see
Em I call em out messed up lil Steve got
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood
fight
I need honesty
If not then we just
Cannot be
Don't look at me
I see you gawk
I'm not gonna ride
That still wet cock
Red flags up
I'm my own
who on it and they'll leave you on the pavement
Bitch, I ain't nothing to play with
What? Reach for this Cartier, you see a whole lotta red
I would
hookah I’m tumpin' up in the basement, got me kicking back blowing clouds collecting payments. See I ain’t never asking nobody for any favours. I’ll get it
and south looked west
But the evening star was sleeping
And the daylight wouldn't rest
Out on the killing floor
The red sun on the the hill
Shinin' down
color is red, like the blood shed
In Kurt Cobain's head when he shot himself dead
Women all grabbin' at my shish-kabob
Bought Lauryn Hill's tape so her
Comin' down from in the hills
Surrounded by the stars
Pop a couple pills
And spit out a couple bars
Flying saucer on some wheels
Got us hoppin' out
hill's eyes
A few meal bars, a good field knife, I feel good, no field guide
Just deicide by tea at five
Once ate a whole gluestick in like two bites
I
before
His backcinch snapped like thunder and he fell by Lenore
Picking up the blanket he swung it over his head
And started cross the prairie, "Lay
before
His backcinch snapped like thunder and he fell by Lenore
Picking up the blanket he swung it over his head
And started cross the prairie, "Lay
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
the Hills, probably live there
And get money like me
And the pussy so wet I need swimwear
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
I don't know what these niggas
Fall bright the days of a war without an age
All life made martyr by its will
So come what may, red skies or rainfall
We know now, it rests upon us
really have no time
Yea, no time to waste
House by the hills, house in LA
House in the hills, house on a lake
Money like the water cause I fill it like
If you're not having any luck with the girls
You need to step into the spotlight world
Watch some movies with Steve McQueen
Get some music by BB King
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