Lyrics:
He came to ride that buckskin in a continental suit
I turned around to look at Jim but he was watchin' me
Said I don't believe the crazy things I
connecting dots
Like this is dominos
I'ma keep it moving, dunno what they have been doing
'Cause they say they started from the bottom and that's where I found
a come up
I was just a kid that would play in a village
Never though once bout the life that we living
If you ain't had bread then they treated you
Black
Traded my talent to rap to
Get Machine Gun back
Ask around, they'd tell you Machine run rap
When I'm still in the hood
Letting my machine gun clap
ever hearts
They wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played a part
Oh, wouldn't turn around and hate it
Sweet Jane! sweet Jane! sweet
on the radio
The static hurts my ears
Tell me where would I go
I ain't been out in years
Turn on the stereo
It's played for years and years
An Otis Redding
serve our gods by drinking our own kind of water
But your god is sending us deep down there for torture
Jim's already there, Shane is on his way
It's
it, six gun, weighin' a ton,
10 paces and turn, just for fun, son,
Up till sundown, rolling around,
See where the bad guys ought to be found and make
she was pregnant for the Filipino, they were very angry and she was kicked out of the house and everything seemed to turn around (for the worst) really
Where im goin:
By Barvis
Hook:
Gotta always do
Whats best for me
Imma always stay down
Cant work a job
But I do lyft
Til dem new BINS
Come around
I'm needing to live
And you say you don't see it
When a grown man starts to cry
You turn your face away and you walk on by
I found myself a girl
Niggas got a tracking device on your car
They know where the fuck you
Been goin' all week
You left two birds at your grandma house
There's niggas ready
Plaza, make a left-hand turn
I'm goin' down to the crossroads, gonna flag a ride
The place where faith, hope, and charity died
Shoot him while he runs,
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up
Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga
Rent a super car for a day
Drive around with
I don't give a
I don't give a fuck where you from
A nigga get fucked up he look at me wrong
When I pull you know that I smell like a skunk
They
where they all meet
Not really on the good foot
'Cause the white man kept steppin' on the black man's toes (damn!)
And in his shoes there were holes
swerve 'em right
DIPSET! Bitch yes, peep our urban life
Like lighting herb tonight, cops come adjourn the site
They leave...U-turn...customers we serve 'em
don't conspicuously die
Where the water isn't rising one minute at a time
And I know our parents wouldn't understand
They never had the tools that we have
black, and white
Then she understood where she was
She was in his soul
After realising, she stopped falling down
And looked around
She was herself in
when karma
Turns right around and bites you
And everything you stand for turns on you to spite you
What happens when you become the main source of her
pass
But, I'm faded and I got a little sedated
I can't believe we made it, every night we celebrate it
I live like Jim Morrison, no telling where I'll
be giving it
Underarm pitching it quicker than you can picture it
Turn around and triple it
Nigga I'm back flipping it
Like gymnastics jumping out
out where it's from
Let's go aye Jim Crow, nope
Ooh slavery, nope
Wade V Roe, nope
Fatherless babies, nope
So who are the originators, who are
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