Lyrics:
I'm in the zoo round here Issa snake pit
Heart of a lion if I want it then I take it
Nigga popcaan in the streets he unruly
Ten on his buss shots like
about, zu zu zu zu)
(yea, hahahahaah. lions and tigers and bears)
(that's what it's all about)
(lions and tigers and bears)
Look at this shit comin
dying
In a room of saturated blues and cigarette smoke
Illuminated by black and white camera flashes
From photgraphers in tuxedoes
At night in Skyscraper,
you in when the lions start hissing?
What kind of bridge did they burn? Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned
You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna
the Lion's Den
You can hear Irma Thomas, and she'll take you right back to church again
We got the blues now, surely ain't got a thing to lose
Oh we got
challenging ourselves to
Better than we are white folks
Instead of driving-by using the "N" word
They will say:
(Look! Look at them! Oh! my God!
They're
on water Jesus,
Pay a fee, I got you for the cheap, spray the pack with febreze,
In these streets, I was tryna be somewhere out by the beach,
cll my people
gold bones
What the f-ck you boys want
Roll on you like a joint
Talk behind a n-gga back but muthaf-cka don't you point
[Pharrell]
KFC by the bucket,
Like the Grinch
It's Wop (J. White, I need a beat I can go)
Like the Grinch, I woke up and chose violence
I got your whole label deal in one
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
I feel like a lion
Niggas hate on me, they crying
Talk about me, while they lying
Yet I don't fight it
Feel like I stay defying
Tryna stick right by
The same thing that make you laugh
You gon' cry from
Laugh now, cry later but your time will come
And if you live by the gun
You could die from one
be in the land where the streets only ran by imperialist
Stand cause you know who attacking with a vice
You black or your white man we unite
Start
As I battle reality; I'm Thirty and outside
Man if I battle reality, I'm thirty-ing outside
Back out of nowhere like rain in the sky
Supply
back on my feet
Feet
Hurting for walking the streets
Hurting for walking the what?
Streets
This is the place where I live
This is the place where I
comin' with your shit raps
You man are get bitch-slapped, by some bitch that I bitch-slapped when I was high on a spliff
And a six pack, and a bitch back
lyin, become a Lion
Instead of surviving these streets
Start Thrivin
Start Thrivin
Start Thrivin
It's time to shift through them gears
And keep
is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National
solitudes,
While Enoch was abroad on wrathful seas,
Or often journeying landward for in truth
Enoch's white horse, and Enoch's ocean-spoil
In ocean-smelling
Yeah
Dedication 6, of course
Shout out Guru for sending me the beat, too
Young Angel, Young Lion
More Life, no dying
Yeah
Alright, I got it
attracting all capsules back to the dark space from where they entered.
The String Theory was right.
At the end of the white-to-black journey, Leonard was
street's overrun by smoking fools
Sunsets
Tired Eyes
Living fast in paradise
City lights
Silver lines
My home
My home
My home
My home
My home
I am back in
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
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