Lyrics:
We are rhyme sayers
Relax and take notes
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Sprinkle me man
Smooth with the smooth rock a Pendleton like
nigga I didn't really mean to shine
In the meantime
I'm just trying to get by
Drive nice rides
Get paid for my time
I'm young nigga
I'm a young nigga
The Kings Bed
Where The Queen Gets Her Sleep, The Only Way That It's Meant To Be
I Hope My Woman And My Young Get The Best Of Me
Coz I Need A Little Love Man,
till we took the lead
Twin cities was little and the winter was bitter
Getting bigger and bigger, they started taking my picture
For the shit I spit,
unfamiliar faces?
Different ages, different races, and people from different places
But we stay separated by concepts of the races
Aw man we got Jon Lewis in
gazzeles and flippin pockets for the dallo
You wore your little wolf chain in West Oak Lane
And niggaz from Logan came to extort we know the game
You
[Chorus:] They say we N -- I - Double G -- E -- R
We - are - much more, Still we choose to ignore, The obvious.
Man this history don't acknowledge us
Benz
You know me I like it wet, rode slowly
By the way baby, how old is you codie
You lookin' a little young to me
And how many you had that girl on,
we reach a border
And we are faced with new beliefs
That's when our hearts are tested
Will we overcome all that's troublesome
Woh, they say we
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it bein'
forget.
(acoustic version only)
*They say that time it heals all pain.
Then pour a little in my wounds to take this ache away.
I know we all are lost,
a star too
I got my gang by the west I see
I got the thing and the piece on me
I know they know about me I'm a young OG
012 le magang I'll be
And they
a lawyer, that was doing my divorce.
I said now that I was single, if I called would she mind.
And then she handed me her card and said, I should try a little
Colors almost gone in my life
Sit at home and watch the seasons roll by
I gave little help to a friend today
Don't think she will remember me when
of responding to her
Guess sometimes it's lyric before text, Q
The studio over sex, a clean mix over drinks
A final touch over resting
Distracted by
it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches,
gettin' shot by the bullets of my enemies
Rest in peace, to all my fallen homies
Young souljas turned victim at the full moon
I still shiver when I glance
mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something
To say right here? (Oh
and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up?) can I do my thing
Uh, can I have a little something
it out
The paparazzi flashes, and that they think that it's you
But they don't know that who you are is not what you do
True, we get it twisted when
vision is red, the eyes are as well
We can't pay attention, we got to pay bills
It doesn't make sense if
It's not making mills
We do not take pictures,
Short that's so fake because I rap so long
Other rappers hear pop I put funk in this song
Young tender on the floor wiggle it all
Homeboy keeps telling
Heard a conversation with my father
Talking to his favorite partner
At the domino table
Tony had told him that he saw a
Young nigga hopping out
to the kitchen
I'm vividly livid
Over your decisions
And all the little bitches
Now gimme a minute
Devilish Young Gods that's DYG
Devilish Young Gods never
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