Lyrics:
told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you
'Cause I
Dear God, bring our p-o-ws' home
And our brothers on lockdown, home
Amen!
Jeah! back blocked on everybody laptop
Hittin' niggas from da shower,
about
But I can't help but worry in the back of my mind That I'll turn out just like you
Kids with bright future become adults with dark secrets
I used
keep an AK
'cause that's the end of the day
We rollin' up pressure
You playin' gangsta, we'll test ya
I got, fuck, wait, 20, 000 on the dresser
She
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know
been
A really fun show
And I want you all to know
That we'll come back soon
But before I go I wanna say I think Tom is
Extremely good looking and all
band way back in the 20s. I worked there
with him plum until he went out on the road by hi'self … and it cut me out
again. And then I started working
twenty three inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good
East coast, West coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood,
woo, woo, uh
Tell me you gon' ride for me (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ride)
Tell me you gon' die for me (you gon' die)
Tell me you gon' die by what you
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
the fuck back
Them Corpse Town Rydas is here so get the fuck back
Get the fuck back, get the, get the fuck back
Yeah, that's right
Four:20 baby, let me get
the moon so
I don't wanna be 20 something
And still in my head about
17 in my bedroom talking
You said that by now we'd
Paint the walls of our shared
RAPPIN' 'BOUT MY WIFE
I'm further in life than I thought I'd be at twenty
Got a beautiful bride and I'm not hung up on money
Got friends by my side who got
Charlie excelled but Jim expelled home
Twenty-three miles back down the trail
Ran from the Sac and Fox boarding school
Just to be sent back fam that's an L
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
These days Small talk about missing twenty nineteen
Missing the good old days back before quarantine
They say this planet headed for the guillotine
I'm Feelin good I'm great
Nigga Get the fuck out my face
Champagne bottles by the case
And she love it my way
Wanna be my world I need space
Cause
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
already back for round two
This here for shit's and giggles
Here's an epiphany
Dax ain't droppin' music when he's rappin'
He's droppin' symphonies
I make
ain't looking back back back
If you fall down I got your back back back
I was down bad bad bad
And the good things was all I had had had
Leo if your
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
That's right, Public Enemy number one (One)
Twenty years
It's been a long and whining road
Even though time keeps a changin'
I'ma bring it all back
see what you got
Twenty four months I was sleeping on the porch
Hopped up with a torch in the Off White fours
I'm coming in hot
I look good in my socks
fingas up
We hollerin SQAD UP nigga! SQAAAD UP!
You got a problem - tell 'em meat me by mine
You know the heat be by my nuts nigga
Man we can knuckle up
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