Lyrics:
a lifeline
Um mmmm
Written by Dexter Q buchanan
pass by still smoking
Four deep four blunts in motion
Two cups one pill um rolling
Blunt five blunt six still blowing
Dats thug my bruddha from the mud
Vou te contar um segredo
Elas curte o nego criminoso
Ela quer fuder com a adrenalina
Com o mano que vai esquecer seu rosto
Na favela eu andava na
uh ah
Uh mari uh ma stapa uh ah
Uh mari uh ma stapa uh ah
Oh, aint messing with the right gees
Ah um um um ah um ah
Eh them pray like ah mantis
Ah um
Fugindo de bala igual faroeste
Piso na sul e volto para leste
Tem um maluco a solta na Avenida Paulista
Cuidado com o mano de dread
Ele é um killa
corre
Yeah, ãh, drive by
Quando me viu correu como se fosse um drive by
Ele se abaixa, ele corre querendo escapar (corre, corre)
Run forrest run,
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
Um, the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away
But not hip-hop, yo
And let it be known, that we are on some, um
Ay-uh-oh, uh-chikka-um
Ay-uh-oh,
Um, the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away
But not hip-hop, yo
And let it be known, that we are on some, um
Ay-uh-oh, uh-chikka-um
Ay-uh-oh,
I think they know by now
Who the fuck I be
Uh, yeah, but um
I'm with that S-T-R-E-E-T F-A-M-I-L-Y
Uh, for you non-spellin' motherfuckers,
dizer...
Não tenta, se quer me namorar não tenta
se vai tentar mudar, não inventa
cansei de te procurar, by by...
Não tenta, se quer me namorar não tenta
[Chorus:]
I'm Jake the Peg, diddle-iddle-iddle-um
With my extra leg, diddle-iddle-iddle-um
Wherever I go through rain and snow
The people
Boop-boop-a-doop, boop-boop-a-doop!
I wanna be loved by you, just you
And nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you, alone!
Aa-ah-um! Boop-boop-a-doop!
drive-by
Se a encomenda for fria eu vou ter que fazer um forno pra movimentar elas
Às duas cai a carga nas ruas, um nego com cara de novo mas tem muitos
(turntable scratch noise)
Explicit lyrics is what um known to kick
Trying to make money so I can make honeys blow on mah dick
I go on a quick mission
[ INTRO ]
[ KM.G ]
Yo, what's happenin Cold 187
[ Cold 187um ]
Yo man, you know we just laid back in the studio
With the homie D.O.C. and Dr. Dre
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É a voz da periferia, é o RAP
Voz da periferia, é o RAP
Respeito ao próximo no mic, mic check
Um dois, um dois bitch, no bumbo my clap
Sangue bom
hell? but then alarm clocks awakes um
Feel like a rat trapped in a cage, no peace, insane
Morning noon and night the banging, but not to my favorite tune
I say what do I say
Um
I guess uh
I'll give a quick shout out to uh
Taylor dot wtf
Eddie bear
Um
Beats by Endless
And then this guy is literally named
So this next joint um i'm gonna give you guys a little bit more clarity um shout to my cousin mano shout out big sean they uh i played them this
ma_________
solo clappings,followed by unisono:
um a kum a ma_ ma ma ma di a
a ra ka ma_ ma ma ma_ ma ma ma ki ya
a ra ma kum ki ki a ra ma kum ma ya
granted me creative control
Feeling loved when your people got
Cheesed by the freezer bag
I tried hard to tell 'um I'm in need of cash
I'm the one you
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Egal, wer vor mir steht, ich senke sein Bodyweight
Stepp' aus Zigarrennebel, reine Dominanz
Hör' sie reden, doch sie
I never won at scratch-off's but my Daddy always bought um
My great aunt spent her life in Virginia pulling cotton
I don't have no microwave
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