Lyrics:
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
I know you not in a position to sit and listen
But I been thru the struggle know exactly what you feeling
Heartbroken and there's nothing you can do
please get moving
On kids
There's nothing to see here
Unless you've got a MILF for a Mom
It's really so bizarre
How every single bar fits perfectly
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
And bro, I'm like so, I'm so like, I'm so like
Lookin' forward to your album
I'm so, cause I sow how hard you worked for this album
I'm like so,
So excited
shots, bullets hit ground
These n****z is still f***in' talkin'?
You n**** still breathin'?
F***in' roaches, aight
Aight, it's the Raid on you
All day
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
the president of your entertainment
I make these chords when there's a slavery about to occur in everything I write
I hope that that's alright when you hear
.
Relieve you and believe me,
Without a worry or care.
If shitting is your problem,
When you're out there in the stars,
Oh, the intergalactic laxative
Will
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No one gives a shit except
Some kids that just got into
Sex on the Internet
So you want the chatroom or
The house in Malibu?
Em, your emphasis is
plague the earth
KB
It's too many choices
Yep Nope
For an MC it's tough to cope
Could be a ray of hope but you spray is dope
But you staying broke cuz
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
Let us take you from the Couver, puffin on a buddah hookah
Cross the Salish seas of emcees and producers
Unknowns that you aint used ta
By the Strait
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
hope
Our time spent was not wise
I'll see you later 'cause there's no such thing as "goodbye"
There's no more reaching you
By now you should have gotten
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
I had no more hope around me now
Feeling like there's hope around you now
Let me know your quote I wrote it down
Lyrics yea I push them by
on the surface
And my purpose is to do it like it ain't never been done
Always keep it real and remember where I'm from, now
This album 2 but this song was
livin' in a violent time and
My eyes designed for crime
We kill for a nickel or
Dime and there ain't no
Way you can vic me for mine cause I'm
Livin' in
Hello
Your album come out soon, and this is all you got
What you mean, all I got?
You don't think this is dope?
Ha ha, this shit sucks
You need
favorite song is Silly Watch by Uzi Vert
I whip that crown Vic and that shit go skirt skirt
80 in a 20, yeah I'm whipping going hella fast
Push the pedal,
gotta eat, plus all the Henny and all the smoke is
gone
All it takes is one quick stick
Gotta fill his belly now, which vic should he pick?
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