Lyrics:
of them too
Were ushered in by Old Doc Brown
When we made our first debut
Tho' he needed his dimes and there were times
That he'd receive a fee
He'd
too were ushered in by ol' Doc Brown
When we made our first debaut ah he needed his dimes
And there were times he'd receive a fee
But he would pass it
twelve-gauge for a cane, for good old Doc to wield
By three o' clock that Wednesday, down Freemont street they came
And found them cowboys arming up, of which
I'm not fucking spitting
All right, but
Need to start asking yourself
What would Jayden do whenever you get into A dilemma
Better to be inspired by
time alone, with my own thoughts
Got treasures in my mind but couldn't open up my own vault
My childlike creativity, purity and honesty
Is honestly
(mm-hmm)
Took this girl out to the movies you know
Dinner, the whole shit, you know
We had the lovely time, y'know
Took her back to the crib, y'know
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
down, hold me down (*echoes*)..
Uhh.. yo!
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so i put it
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
so consistent, Reg. I just cant remember the last time he had a bad game; just so focused, takes up great positions on the field and has this calmness
his all
The monster in question's name is Adderall
It all started off with good intentions
Got a script from the doc cause he couldn't pay attention
by my code (de-de-double!).
Time multiplied by two by two by two fa two's big load.
Ooh, you movin' like you fightin'.
Cool or blaze tha temp'ture
Yeah, uhhh
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
You see, it's bad enough that God's people are divided by man because of race
They're trying
That was in middle school
Chastain and Powell days
Bad as couldn't behave
Thank God I grew up and became
A grown ass man that's humble
I've made mistakes
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
come by get high
Like the vibe you mind
New positions Imma try
Like weed from supply
We grind that's full-time
From the east to westside
No drive we just
Fly away, mi love you, mummy
Audrey Powell, Lacey
Mi never deh deh when u tek you last breath
when mi frwd dem a tell me seh u lef
How u gone
napping
We don't talk much niggas capping
I just walk up eat em Pac-Man
Meet the Sandman
You niggas sleeping
I'm with a bad Puerto Rican
Her body on Demon
Game changed us, they let Reason in this motherfucker
I'm in a different zone, that's why I rip shit, motherfucker
Colin Powell, I was the first nigga
and there are 7
Of them you can't say on television. What a ratio that is.
399,993 to 7. They must really be bad. They'd have to be outrageous
To be separated
like Walcott, get sent to the shops
Get me beers and I'm wanting a box
I'm so sick that when I went to the docs
I left the buildin' with a stent in my
and you got your pride
You ride till there ain't no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die
He was "Shady", I seen by the look on his
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
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