Lyrics:
hand touches your heart
Remember we all played a part in america
To help that banner wave
First clock to be made
In america was created
By a black
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock
to top
faith
phone won't ring when you sit by it waiting
toast don't pop when you're watching the clock
we could be waiting on a sign
until the end
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
Oi Lewi, are you sick?
YeahgH (Back on the darkside Shit)
Yeah, I'm back on the darkside shit
That's right ok (Wowwoo) listenok
SKOOM!
Different
They done freed Lady Wee welcome home sis
This song was inspired by Mozzy
It's y'all versus us you don't know what you up against
We ain't them you
the clock spin blackwards
The funk of the rhythm'll snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh
I'm makin em follow the path of a God and my track'll be blacker than
doing these things from when deyja was ran by randy
So the bars are sharp like a Stanley
Overstand me
I like Bashment
I like Jungle
I like electro
far away
But I got dat money
I count it each and err day
When I wake up,gotta get to that clock
When I wake up, gotta pray and never gon stop
I got
until my bones rot, if time is money I pray my clock don’t stop
All I am is a...
CHO
Young nigga road trip, big blunts
No twin double and I do my own
the universe in unison
I'd burn with Ulysses S. Grant but he a fucking hooligan
What time is it?
It's only one o'clock, y'all trying to bool again?
Hold up
then the rhythm'll makin the clock spin blackwards
The funk of the rhythm'll snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh
I'm makin em follow the path of a God
by my side aint no youngsters over here just real Gs that’s down to ride
You know I’m strictly rhymin true playa from the start and if u feelin luck
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