Lyrics:
Now look here, my good man!
GUARD: I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed
animal food trough water! I fart in your general direction!
When you come thru, leave your shoes at the door
Don't touch shit, sit your ass on the floor
Good weed gettin rolled, good drinks gettin poured
We
it down
Lay it down, lay it down
Fuck nigga lay it down
All black hoodie, Trayvon Martin nigga
Put a hundred grand on Trayvon Martin's killer
Said
weed just to eat
Had to drink lean just to sleep
Modern day martin luther king
Cause im having masarati Dreams
Yeah yeah yeah modern day Martin Luther
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
cause J.B., stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
You looking at a man
That’s God’s tournament
Kendrick the Arthritis
Hand that hates to write this what’s good
I’m in your hood like workers of Midas
Purpose is to be righteous
roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25, I'm still alive
Open the dead roll balls
Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar
ignorance is bliss
Now everybody put your hands up high
If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high
This the hardest shit you've heard from LA this far
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
ya
Partner, let me upgrade ya
I can do for you what Martin did for the people
Ran by the man, but the women keep the tempo
It's very seldom that
Megan to dance before he shot her (word)
Put your hands on your knees, shake your ass on some thot shit
That's what Tory told Megan before she got hit
Goodz? I'ma let y'all pick
Crowd chooses the "Tay Roc Goodz" so
Goodz puts his drink down
We up here doin' this like
You ain't get trashed already
Smack
motivated by your body (Whew)
But if want we can kick do a lil bit of karate (Whew)
Pull up pour up drink up
Pull up pour up drink up (You know I be putting
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
No, sing me the other one
My song
Every time you say good bye
I die a little
Mmhmm take off your boots
Every time
You say goodbye
Oh man if I had one
put that on reverend
Been a grown man since age 11 (11)
Mind on the guap since 7 (7)
Rest in peace to my homie Kevin
I admit it, I admit, I admit
was a man
Who came up with an idea
He said I'll take some water
And i'll bubble it with cheer
Spoiled perfectly good water
And he put it on the shelf
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma
dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey here's how you feel
You put your left leg down, your right leg up
Tilt your head back let's finish
bitch would
But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks
And I'm good
I'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell
flat on my back, I'd slid 'til it hurt
Giving it over, giving it over
You put my head in the clouds and my feet in good dirt
My head in the clouds
Yeah real Rx
I got my mask on, yeah
Put your mothafuckin' mask on, yeah
Real Rx, yeah
If you gon' shoot then shoot
What's the hold up?
They shot
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