Lyrics:
mags
That was when bitches had Gucci bags
And wasn't rockin' Starters, looking harder than niggas
Hoes wore clothes, that exposed they figures
8-7
Take a message to my love
And don't say where you saw me
Seven men crossed the river
And they took all the money
Color the wind
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
You see I can't stop I won't stop
'til I check a mil I need a super bad bitch
And a house on the hill
365 7days I believe crack pays
My
You see I can't stop I won't stop
'til I check a mil I need a super bad bitch
And a house on the hill
365 7days I believe crack pays
My
rig
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
So the years rolled by and several died
And left us somewhat
niggas workin'
AM, I'm droppin' forty, I want him dead by 7:30
Long live Tee Da Pee, I'm fuckin' every ho he had open
375 CGE ,havin' bankrolls, bodies,
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty-four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
1, 2, 3, 4
Hmm oh baby, come on
24 hours 'til I take flight
Baby, left at 10 tonight
Only just a matter of time before I'm
Gonna wish I was by
This town has only seven roads
And only three stoplights
I'm finding out that there's not much room
For a memory to hide
Can't seem to find
Maybe it was just a seven year itch
And I got a job with more money but I
Lost the very thing that made me rich
Months went by without incident
skin?
Oh god, can you feel my heart beating in my tongue?
Oh god, by being quiet, I hope to alleviate my death
Oh god, by sitting still, I hope
Ever-opening flower
Feed me seven notes of love
Let it's wine burn through my veins
And free my soul from it's pain
Urges rage my fevered mind
I was rollin' through the hood one day
Thought shit den calmed down,
"Gang-bangin'" den played out by the years since I den been around
Ain't talked
4 o'clock in the morning
Moon on the sea
The night is rattling
With burglar alarms, oh yeah
The night is blue
The night is blue
Flowers by your
a poison cancer Up steps I found in the woods, above trees into moon lit skies, A flare melts off my balls, as ordered by my secrete fairy dancers Blood
born freaks, wit blonde streaks
Seven's on cheeks
My (girls) nothin' less than a dime piece
Pink face cartier time piece
I like my (girls)
Thug
but I'm on my shit today
Slap a seven right on my back, say I'm feelin' like Vick today
They say it's dog food in they hood, well we gone blitz today
There was a guy
Ain't nothing to worry about I've been told to say
Got killed by ten million pounds of sludge
From New York and New Jersey
This
Broken mirror, seven years of bad luck
I'm too supersticious to relax and let it slide
A broken promise, seven sins on my back
I'm so blinded by
on when I walk outside
She know that's my theme song when the money start flyin' (hey)
Just a left a seven (brrt)
Now I'm in the 'Raq on 72nd
Can you see me run in Circles?
And I cannot find my Way
How I try moving Obstacles
Being blinded by your Day
This is how my whole Life feels
And I
Czternaście kilo (w dół)
Nie po to by wyjść do walki
Chciałeś to masz podzielony jak towar na działki
Czarny wagon wolno podjeżdża na parking
Jebana
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