Lyrics:
Heh, y'all remember back in the days
When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars
And had to go strip your own switch off the tree
than a 25 to life sentence, on linking trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels
Everything gets foul when Swift's around,
that true?" "Mhm
When no one's listening to you, or you
Feel like no one's listening to you
All sorts of things start to happen
For instance, you have so
that true?"
"Mhm when no one's listening to you, or you
Feel like no one's listening to you, all
Sorts of things start to happen for instance
You have so
[Harlettes:] This is the story of a young girl
who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get
when I talk and you don't seem impressed
But it's hard to get right, when all I ever see is death
Lost so many souls this summer, sitting, thinking, who
on the radio, and it's disturbing you
Big Moe nigga that's my big dog, and my love ain't never gon withdrawal
So we clicked up coming to get why'all, my nigga
beats I did for niggas more famous
When did I become A list? I wasn't even on a list
Strippers get invited to where they only get hired
When I get
you gone but I know that it's true
I know GOD called you home but it hurt yeah it do
I been catching all these blessings I just know that it's you
So
32 is dead
Let's keep it going on
Let's see what happened next
Next day all three of us went driving by our new address
That brand new whipple home
periods of time
When
I didn't make anything
At all
But I never sold
All my stuff
And it can get really
Sad looking at drums
Or gear that
You haven't
of savages
Led by the ghost most beast in the game it is
All horror stories when you hear my name
But the spirit saved me from the flicker of the flames
The old man heard god talking, he went up on a hill
Satisfied to listen when the wind got still
He never was the same since he saw it all alone
He
right here in the USA
Dream home for two in the USA
Hot jazz, cool blues, we got country
We get rock and roll all day
Like to dance, come on down get
happiness when my Black Soul Sing, when my Black Soul Sing
Yeah, when my Black Soul Sing
I say that
Cause a singer probably express it better than any rapper
a sig
In the bing I'm like Ving Rhames I bring pain
I sling cane off the wing like I'm King James
Y'all doubtin' who when I spit the whole lead
They
y'all flinching
Know that y'all are normal
So you can't resist me
When I'm flowing on the metronome
You can't predict me
I be busted like I'm psychic
directly by the source of all knowledge
You don't affect me till you're forced to draw powers
Respect me as a voice amongst scholars
Who speak deep
The type of nigga, with the mind of a God-damn fool
But he knew, to get off in this crew, he had to change
So when James went to church this nigga did
hype on the mic
Yeah, they never get it right
That's why you see we gotta thank God, y'all
For niggas like Ice Cube
'cause they'll tell the record
it's time to get ill I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting
life, you fuckin' right
So if nigga play with me of the top I gotta get him right
And God got my back so, so when I act wow
I'm comin' home safely
life, you fuckin' right
So if nigga play with me of the top I gotta get him right
And God got my back so, so when I act wow
I'm comin' home safely
At the hour of twelve at night
Who should I meet but the Spanish lady
Washing her feet by the candlelight
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over
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