Lyrics:
talk?
Course not, I'm big like horse nut
Under pressure I don't sweat like my pores shut
I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps
Get fix fast by
to pray
Oh, mama got a visa
You mean to tell we goin' Um Ricka
Now they want me to grease-up
Be less African and get amnesia
Nah! Slumdog Million G's up
My
sure that's necessary?
PIGLET: We must examine you.
GALAHAD: There's nothing wrong with that!
PIGLET: Please -- we are doctors.
GALAHAD: Get off
Mwafrika na K'naan canada to Kenya
Hatubabaiki cause we doin' it like
Mwafrika na K'Naan canada to Kenya
I got a plan to reclaim all of my fam
I got
done bein' whack
We got every hand up from the front to the back
If you wonderin' why you just dressin' funny in rap
You need attention dog, there
You into it?
Alright, well let's get into this one
Close your eyes on this one and vibe with me
So in the beginning there was hum
From a poet whose
there's my dogs
I will rob and steal witcha, dog nigga what
Ride 'til we die, on 'til it's up
Thick like blood, where's my dogs
Uh, there's my dogs
there's my dogs
I will rob and steal witcha, dog nigga what
Ride 'til we die, on 'til it's up
Thick like blood, where's my dogs
Uh, there's my dogs
'til there ain't no more plain left
Now pay respect to them gods, niggas
Not talkin' church, talkin' (?) niggas
On boulevards where we ride
there
In 2005 I found cheap recording space and
Sang about the killing ground of Somalia:
"We begin our day by the way of the gun
You don't pay
(yo)
And right now, you know, we just maxin' in the studio
We hailin' from East Oakland, California and, um
Sometimes it gets a little hectic out
(yo)
And right now, you know, we just maxin' in the studio
We hailin' from East Oakland, California and, um
Sometimes it gets a little hectic out
on my soul
And the energy I put forth
Can sink an army weight
Cause that's love, you see?
There's many things we don't
Know about love it's not soft
It's
we duct tape the connect
It’s rough and K’naan knows
He had the same woes
I’m voicing my opinions
I forgot y’all was there
I ain’t know y’all was
Bumboclaat
We be drinking drdrdrinking drinking 'til we get drunk
We be drinking drdrdrinking drinking 'til we get fucked
We be drinking drdrdrinking
ma, don't get sad
And hey ma, don't feel bad
And hey ma, know it's not your fault to blame
All my old friends, let 'em sang
Ride 'til we die
I thought
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
the weekend
'Cause there'll be no time, but we'll get by.
What if there were no more mama's boys?
What if no one shares their humble appearance?
What there
You can stay at mine for the holidays
Get to know my mom and my dad and my friends
They'll be there til' the end, let's climb
'Til the end, 'til
In your mind monsters are crawling
You're not alone, we'll fight together
Press on til it gets better
Wage war inside your head
Throw 'em out and leave
down to sleep
I pray to Lord my soul to keep
'Cause there's darkness all around me
Told my brother we gon' slide (oh, yeah)
We gon' ride
'Til
we all
Just headed for doom?
Still consumed by the beast?
And I know there'll never be peace
That's why I keep my pistol
When I walk the streets
‘Cause
no mistake
You're in the place to be by far so let's get
Crazy like we ain't never gonna see tomorrow, come on
Are you comfortable right there
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