Lyrics:
Hov on the remix with Mya, you see the "best of me"
I love the way you support me and you invest in me
Tell you get ready by seven, and looking
Jones with that reppin' time
Talk shit she get stomped on
I'm a cute dog when it’s steppin' time
New bottle of Hen dark
Tilt head back and take a shot
to show how deep all this pain goes
West Africa, Benin, they called it slave coast
Black is so confusin', 'cause the culture? They're in love with it
afflicted by The high life
Let me out the gate mind on a Million
Had my mind right
Spend some time with my seeds For all the years that I missed
See my
a second
We're a force to be reckoned with
Count your lucky stars
We're black on black, it doesn't mean jack
Silence is pure, we attack more and more
Watch
on the westside
I ride with jack time ballers
Drink alazay (?) and hennessee with Jakeville shot callers
I'm gettin love from niggas on Breakstreet
a dream but
I never get no sleep
Up all night getting higher
Then the nose bleed
Swear I was raised by a beast like Mogli
Came from the bottom, rats
nigga you know
[Ice-T]
Is it new year God? I'm comin' back mad-hard
Movin' harder than a convict with a shack in the yard
New Jacks want to hear me
You're back now at the jack-off hour, this is DJ EZ Dicc
On WBALLZ, right now, somethin' new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out
You're back now at the jack-off hour, this is DJ EZ Dicc
On WBALLZ, right now, somethin' new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out
go astray I'm hanging in the back streets
Running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me?
Can't turn back my eyes on the prize
I got nothing
the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon.
And I'm on that
on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then
Drugs is like all that I fuck with and
All of these bad bitches love it
And know that it's Good Gas the
Label, good gas, good gas
Know that I blow it
If
lines, as a youngin I just fucked bitches, got hella high and threw up gang signs, now the homies keep my name live from northern state down to bayside,
all by myself
But it gets better
Staying out the trap for that Jack & that Cheddar
Sleighing out the mouth. Like a Yak in December
Praying I get back
it's Russia
Move tack I peeped the undercover
I might hit a truck just to get me some butters
So much pain I got it from the gutters
These bitches will
DINER
50s retro records on the jukebox
Dancing round to the rockin' sound
A million miles from Russia or China
Hanging out at the 66 DINER
Feeling kinda
franchise
They lost all their money, in a bad hand of rummy
But she won it all back with just a look from her eyes
She took him to Russia, he met her
Nebraska Jones
She'll have your nose
Just so you know
I wanna settle down
I wanna settle down
Won't you settle down with me?
Settle down
Run from
Nebraska Jones
She'll have your nose
Just so you know
I wanna settle down
I wanna settle down
Won't you settle down with me?
Settle down
Run from
a laugh
I tell you what I like Wildings at Christmas mate
I grew up in Newport in the nineteen eighties
Hanging by the castle with all my mates
Sparking up
and funding my vision
Can't hang with no hater disrupting my mission
You Get In My Way Then Im Crushing you sissies
No Love For The Wicked, Just Rushing
goes by in the wink of an eye
time waits for no one
you know I’m gonna love you
‘til the day I die
AFRAID OF THE DARK
(Peter Sando)
Your eyes were wide
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