Lyrics:
or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I fuck around
And you can tell by the bodies that are
in the gutter, see him on your corner, foreigner
"Excuse me? Can we interrupt you for two minutes? What are you doing?"
flaw, how are bitches callin' me a clown
When you're the one with five pounds of fuckin' make up on
But I ain't playin' soft, y'all the ones who paints
Slept in, yes I really slept in
Pant's are going halfway up my leg betta get to steppin'
Slept in, yes y'all really slept in
Answer all my questions
with no soul at all
SO I had not made my Marley or my Dylan
Or even my K'naan I had made
An album in which a
Few genuine songs are all but
Drowned out
of the best directors in the country
Like Harve, Ar T (?), Cazh (?), and the MacDonald brothers Luke and Nick
Around 2010, I started working with a guy by
on thanking yall
2020 all my friends are coughing
Family's closer
So no pussy popping
Dropped an album
Gotta a lotta hype
So talented shit is tight
'Came
a couple of Rosarios
DJ Quik and Suga Free on the stereo
I'm the king of the area - barrio Barbarian
Interrupted by my bitch asking if we can go
too
And all you niggas outside
I'm a circle of associates
Don’t act like you know me
Because none of you are close for Ghetts
Don't fuck with me
I can
Fach of tunes sound like the wind whistling
to those who are seen as foreigners
in their native land
It cries like my ceassless wails and
laments it
in all different areas
I feel like Notorious
Who whore is this? pouring up
Keep on ignoring us
We brought the foreigners
To all the boring clubs
We
(1K)
Memories that I have for you are faded
Get back to you when I made it
And the road always leads back to you when I'm faded
Yeah, wish I
when we were young
the end was nigh
but in transit
the end it
passed us by
you foreigners are all so strange
and you adjust in a very strange way
of the shit that I learned from school
Tired of the things that I don't wanna do
Pissed by the shit people want me to
I miss all the things that I used to do
life on the inside
Never ad tha art of a warrior
Started promising himself he weren't
Guna come back got surrounded by goon and he
Felt like a foreigner
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
album back, I did y'all hoes a favor (Notorious)
She did you a favor, c'mon now
We are, we are
No, No, No, Notorious (what's his name?)
He is, he is
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are at the store and she gets Stopped by the door
Imma open it so she can walk in first and Before
What if you produce a baby with your
Beautiful bride
doesn't tell ya
You set a mark too high when platinum sales are looked at as a failure
Then you better take it back to the shelter
And Hamburger Helper,
all
Who are y'all
Popped another pill, super calm
Right into my palm
Dose another drug, what the fuck
So confusing dog)
I swear I don't wanna remember
time spent towards me
& in turn, towards you, the listener, ya know?
This album is a reflection that you can do whatever you put your mind to
Follow
not the one, I represent His Son
The red letters in my hand were signed by royalty
The red letters in my hand are not just stories see
The red let us
try to keep quiet
Till you dropped off your label and your A&R fired
But real niggas like "That's Chino, fuck around, he gonna burn ya"
For real, I'm
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