Lyrics:
you though
You set the bar above the moon so
I don't wanna be 20-something
And still in my head about
17 In my bedroom talking
You said that by now we'd
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
I'm going to tell you right now
Stop this song now and put on Vangelis
It's a nice ride, or
So you took some acid
That's all right
You're good
I've
and I warned the kids
"Now, you better not touch it, those ropes are there for a reason"
I said, "Maybe if you're good, I'll tie it to the back of our
and I warned the kids
"Now, you better not touch it, those ropes are there for a reason"
I said, "Maybe if you're good, I'll tie it to the back of our
and don't call the bitch back
Man that hoe ain't about nothing
Right or wrong living by the streets
Keep that rod so I'm clutching
Laws are meant to be
is brought to you
By adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonym, fall back
Been in it before internet had new
number one. Chan back on his feet, looking a little uneasy about his choice. But a good chance here, slightly more open table.
REFEREE:
One.
Good steak better not forget the greens
I ain't copping plane tickets I be flying for the free
Got the good gas you know I be smoking by the G
She call
back to you
Lord twenty one was so much fun
Take me back to you
Before the real world and these hard times begun
I used to lay down by the river
Get high
that means and I'll
I'll, I'll try to- try my best to do it for you)
(Going back to The Matrix)
I'm twenty-two and the world becomes uninhabitable by
ducking when you running or they gonna hit ya
Them West side guys will get ya
Burning the rubber off the 20's before they get with ya
Them South side boys
Uh-um (Bongo By The Way)
Ayy
Stop playin', I'm tryna see what's up with it (what's up)
I'm thee stallion, I'm tryna get buck with it (ah)
He
Compress, Compress
I just got them big pointers in my neck
Finesse, Finesse
Thats yo nigga he a lame he a mess
Keep a twenty plus a twenty thats
ring-a, ding, ding, dong
Ring, ding, dong, ring-a, ding, ding, dong
Love of my life
Freak, freak, da freak, da funk, funk
Separate the good stuff from
the problems of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now (it might be too soon)
Too soon?
I want the boom in the back of the truck
Ain't nuttin'
of did)
Went and fucked my nigga's bitch
I admit, I admit that I did (I did it)
I fucked my girlfriends bestfriend (oh)
Yeah I tapped that in the back
by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my
we were
Gangsta so we never did get a chance
To prove to anybody how much good we
Had inside of us all they heard
About was how drive bys and how many
on the rocks=20
'cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props
You know?
How long can you freak the funk? (2x)
I separate the good stuff from the junk
How long
to Hillary smellin' like dank
Presidental pardon, name one nigga out there harder than him
I'll wait
I've been in my wave like twenty years straight
I've
oh yeah,
oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Tell Em I Am BOSS
I'm in my mid 20s, everything is out to get me
The way the world has change these
It's like 20 P's in the back of a Penske
Who fuckin wit me
Changed up the status
My shit to official
These niggas be rattin
Can't fuck with no
Please turn the lights off, yeah
It's looking smokey in here
Please turn the lights off, yeah
I got some bags for 20 mins, I turn up the night
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