Lyrics:
the truth catches up with us eventually
Try to say live, live and let live
But I'm no good, good at lip service
Except when they're yours, mi amor
I'm
this
Old school, old school, candy paint, two seater
Yea, I'm from Seattle, there's hella Honda Civics
I couldn't tell you about paint either
But I
inherited
The gift to spit so I had to like let loose
Like that, well ya know the shit is good listenin' man
But now I want you to go back
To the tune
to the hood
Where the stealers and the raiders keep it goin' at (goin')
And the bubblegum kush is what we blowin' back (blowin' back)
We slide by Nip's spot
on this kosher beef fight.
V19 Woman 2
You mean, he doesn’t see the power of our female might?
V20 Fanny
And, if you can believe it, whether
it’s even
different, I need another zero on the back
Thought I'd be the man at twenty-one, twenty-one yeah
Said by twenty-two that I'd be closer to the funds
would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better start moving
Bitch get up back
would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better start moving
Bitch get up back
would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better start moving
Bitch get up back
may be completely
Beyond man's capacity to live
With let's forget
For a moment the complex problems we might
Face in converting from a cold war
[puff daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
I was born in a bathtub on Mulberry Street in Rochester, New York
And before I turned two, my parents came to Seattle
There were many other places
new bedsheets and shit
It's a good thing that
I'm that certain mothafucka!
When I got back from the yard
I just stayed on the phone
As much as possible
she get the point
Tryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave and fire up a joint
'Til I quit, started back up again, twenty years later
All that
roads
Live your mistakes and make up your own breaks
They traveled this country from L.A to Maine
Seattle and back to Key West
Through hundreds of gigs
two, now the universe
It said the earth is gonna be destroyed about a hundred thousand years
From now by Nostradamus, Nostradamus,
He can predict
of where I'm at
Cause I'm more then you times two
If the weed good I will smoke two time
If the pussy good I will hit two times
If the gun shoot good do
this does?
Add to a trail of hatred
Twenty twelve was taped for the world to see
Set us back another four hundred years
This is modern day slavery
to live
Is only five minutes out from the guys on the strip
Where man make ye' work, heard he's a soldier
I know that nigga hasn't got balls like Grey
break you in too(two?)
Stop feelin' sorry for me
I hate that look on your face
You say, just let go
You say, come back home
I say, I'm just fallin' from
infrared nigga, dead eye
Aimin' at the sky's limit, jumpin' in, we all in it
The good life, tryin'' ta live it
Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz
out tonight
I'ma run up to tower records to get a pizza
Aight
Ima come back
Yeah
[dr. dooom]
Chewin alligator meat live cow steak
Sittin on old
geek)
Look, comin' live from the-
Comin' live from the one out the five
Comin' live from the three, two time
Whole gang fucked her eastbound
Test and trace launched
But the app didn't trace right
And The whole worlds in midst of a race riot
Social distancing and working from home
2 meter
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