Lyrics:
drink and be merry
And be a nice girl and save me a cherry
Me, I'll have a Kalahua and milk
'Cause champagne always stains my silk
You got a man
drink and be merry
And be a nice girl and save me a cherry
Me, I'll have a Kalahua and milk
'Cause champagne always stains my silk
You got a man
every week
I got what you seek peep cpc
Take a look into my music man
What do you see
Goa to the t
Yeah that's me
I died and resurrected just to
Be
pool up in the roof, I got the suede up in the ceiling
'88 dope man, not purple rain-rocks, having things, diamond chains
Doin' it till my money came
Bitch, I'm 'bout that
Bitch, I'm 'bout that
'Cause I'm 'bout that ('bout that)
Came straight from the bottom, nigga, we got that (got that)
We was
(Still ain't forgave myself, damn
It's a lotta fucked up shit that go down man,
You don't even know the half)
Man I been in and outta trouble
(Still ain't forgave myself, damn
It's a lotta fucked up shit that go down man,
You don't even know the half)
Man I been in and outta trouble
trouble, come inna starvation
You see them spend the money pon the nuclear weapon
Wish a segregation and separate the nation
How can you judge a man by
left (get left)
We on the march we ain't waitin' for no man
You can't get distracted by haters & romance
So if you sittin' trapped in defeat
Get that
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
"Oh Well"
Lyrics by: Timothy Donovan, Jr. (Timmy J)
Music by: clan R. Labrie, Timothy Donovan, Jr., Jason Dubbord, Ricky Pivin, and Ty Carpenter
I don't touch dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas
I'm from wear they rock ski masks
And nobody rides skis
Every time I spit a verse my city like preach
time to vote
And if I did Mr.President wouldn't understand
Life in the ghetto
I'm the trouble man
(Willie D)
What ya know about the trouble man
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
Bobby where's the beer and the weed at?)
Look girl shit I got more than a little
She set me up for the kiss of the black widow
You couldn't get
you want to and
I hope that you want to
Cause I wanna be your man and
I wanna say it loud
You can show me where trouble goes
Tell me secrets only
xzibit, neva understood how he did it, dj mutha fuckin
Quick, how he made this music groove your very soul, soul
Hey, tell me wha cha ya get, when ya
rack
I'm going up, up, up and away from here
Whether the journey is a day or it takes a year
It don't concern me I only got hate to fear
And I don't fear
man, Bobby Tarantino
Placing bets and best believe that I'm winning
Ring Master out here flicking through shows remote
Throwing my hat in the ring
Comin after me man that shit'll end tragic
Motherfuckers want my style but you cant have it
From my old shit yeah the change is drastic
Got a lot
at the top and I ain't talking down
Man they acting like they don't know
I'm from Apple & Eagle
But the eagle will bust ya apple fo sho
So I'm gonna let it
aye)
But I got ya, you know, the whole Wild Moneys
(Soats, Northside, Southside, Eastside, Chicago), get up outta here
(Man! Westside!)
This has
Got the stripes on ya man
Cuz you feel mistreated, bruh
You ain't got shit on me
Man, I move to the left
Man, I misstep threes, bruh
You ain't got shit
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