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anybody checking for Arrested Development? Verse 2 Yeah, I'm seeing marriages dying just like miscarriages We've been at it 2-0 years changing
Named Microphone
It's whatever, what's up, anytime anyday
In Seattle, Denver, Bronco, OJ
Choke to ya get pale, Bob Saget
Ride em like a Clydesdale
Good
ourselves
So don't mind me if I repeat myself
These simple lines be good for your health
To keep them crime rhymes on the shelf
Live love life like you
From the cross he bore our sin
Free from death we live again
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
The gates of hell are crashing down
From the cross he bore
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't,
free, live free
Hey yo, microphone check one, two, one, two
We good? Just had to make sure I'm comin' through
With the driver Ricky Bobby, more class
the ghetto
Get snatched from the hood
Feds grab 'em, and some get put in the dirt
Some live in grime, good with the work
Stick up kids get hit with
two fifteen, yo
Downtown for the win, woah
Sean C for the tempo, Portugal for the intro
This is Arctical Don Disco from the one choir
Calling shots
Frank White
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it out y'all
Two, two Live Crew
Two Li, two Li, two Li, two Live Crew
Fresh, fresh, fresh Kid Ice
Tre-treach Dee
At the same time I planned my suicide
Literally I will live lonely inside on the physical side
All my miracles died
Twenty-twelve guess that plan ain't go
arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rat
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty three hours in the cell by myself
Man
every time
That bitch from Seattle it’s no wonder why she fine
Girl don’t be cautious fucking with a real one
niggas cap stop it he ain’t never kill nun
the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast
ourselves
So don't mind me if I repeat myself
These simple lines be good for your health
To keep them crime rhymes on the shelf
Live love life like you
)
Bring back the summer days
Ugh, campfires and late nights, bumping tunes by the great lakes
It's plus 20 on this late night, I'm 20-plus I lived a great
want some lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twenty twin twins, yeah, yeah
Red light, green light, red light
Green
you not quick when you face to face
So I turn her from the back and grab her by the waist (turn around)
Dick hard when I see her, fatal attraction
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
a vaccine now but I still ain't takin' it (God)
We all saw that nurse who passed out from that shit
Live on TV, miss me with that funny shit
I don't trust
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule numbre uno, never let no one
lay
It's hard to survive nigga or
The high where you stay
I'm important like the Pope
I'm the king of New York
I'm live from South Central
I'm a Muslim
There was a rock, there was a rock, down by the river's end
Its where all the evenings them two would spend
They went got espoused, they were young
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