Lyrics:
that's all
Just a feeling that you're watching me
Aah, every move I'm making
Am I reading your mind
'cause it's almost like your touching me
Aah,
home
(to my old school down in delray) (where you at?)
c'mon and take me home
what up everybody I'm here chillin with samantha
"HI GUYS!"
and I bet
Like a volcano about to erupt
Get set, I'm gonna wind it up
I'm gittin funky
I see you standin with the dumb look on your face
Hey, if you came here
away with everything you've heard before
You know, the money is real but can't say how I feel
It's the 81 and baby you know me
So if
here we go!
Yo yo here we go!
Ah-h-h-h freedom!
Hit me!
Slam it baby!
Enter the jam. the party is packed and I rapped
Girls wall to wall.
a cake
And most of the niggas you see standin' by me today
Were trappin' with me in the A
And down here we always three bitches, Rodeo, LA
And killer who
come to my house right now
You'll probably find a couple
O's in my pantry
Should be nervous cause me with
A pen is scary cause I bust like that pistol
told you not to call me here!
This better be some good shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got a big one, it's going down tonight
But it's gonna cost you two
is 'Excuse me, hops', he's [Name] Polo
You met the crew and you know where we live
You met Omar, Money and my man Wiz
The posse is here in full
the Parkinson's done eat away my brain
And made me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if
and me
We'd be lovely company
For your lair, if you care to
Well that was back in there
Music pours through the doors
We're all hoping that it's yours"
to leave this fucking maze
It's crazy how you got me entranced with just a single gaze
It may have taken time but I'm glad we're on the same page
I know our
underlying bias now if
I polish off the poison with a sip
I know my orphanage massive will
Help you lift my casket
With the drip of this B-positive
And ominous
'cause 'e fucked me up by tryin to tell me…
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: If 'e'd o' come up to the riser...
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: Look...
Steve: Nicko.
generation has to deal with this
So don't tell me not to bitch, you greedy capitalist
You selfish, materialistic swine
When all this come back you better hope
standing outside
Squinted his eyes, located the guy and then let four shots off with the quickness
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah
If you
to the table
You ain't eating if your
Friends ain't eating with
Dickheads, '09 take me back
I lost two grand last week
And didn't make it back
And teachers
walk into the party, I grab my goatin' ass
You see him an' you love him, here you go, hoe, hug him
Walkin' around here with your lips curled, makin' me
happy if we scrap pennies for smokes
tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news
you was over in ney york to film this movie called juice
bash, forgettin
The laws, created by the creators
There's no more masters, just master-perpetrators
We did time with the rhyme like a bid
Now we're
Yo, what up, baby girl? Fuck is the deal?
Nah, you know what I'm saying
I'm on my way, for sure
Nah, but Kyjuan and Murph
They with me already
window decals,
And anything else they'd sell us
And we bought a couple post cards, "Greetings from the twine ball,
Wish you were here"
Won't the folks
window decals,
And anything else they'd sell us
And we bought a couple post cards, "Greetings from the twine ball,
Wish you were here"
Won't the folks
I say? I
Wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Ayy, Rich ain't nothin' like
The muh'fuckin' old school, nigga
And I know you
.png/220px-Pink_Floyd,_Wish_You_Were_Here_(1975).png "Wish You Were Here")
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