Lyrics:
good old bug
We do a house party, what the fuck is a club
And S.A. they sold most of the drugs
Laugh a million, hell yeah we thug, we getting money,
Corleone
And got it sown, maricon, like to know what you staring at?
An invisible cat, who pull off a disappearing act
Raised by a pack a wild womens like
this bullshit that we call the streets
You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga
I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North
my Dad
My 82-year-old Dad
You scared my Dad and that's why I'm mad
And you will pay
That's what I say
And you will pay
You will pay back my Dad
I'll
old grams
You post up in the back
Smoking away the gram
Posting up on instagram
How you is the man
Glock in hand smoking my dope man
What you know
or die tryin times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by tv
3 generations of fatherless women
We drownin instead of swimmin
This ain't what
tryin' times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by TV
Three generations of fatherless women
We drownin' instead of swimmin'
This ain't what
here
You already know how it's done here
No new friends, no old moves
Game I was fed by the old dudes
So I abide by them old rules
Don't talk about
Beep!
Trick Daddy
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch
Gold-digging for
admit in the past I was tryin to break these hoes backs
Escape, without givin up a dime
You know them fly ladies had a good fuckin time
Coppin me some
bullshit (I'm back on my bullshit)
Look, I skate through your town in an old-school
And I kick and push it like Lupe (I kick and push it like Lupe)
right now, and I can't maintain
-i got some big time cat tryin ta split my fame
-yo, you see me in the street and wanna scream my name
-with some caked up
Any old truck is a good truck
If it’s home made it’s the good stuff
Y’all better be back before or supper time
You could catch us on a creek bank
the twilight. Watching her hind-side; till next time she whispered by handsome.
By being sexy and sinister, made my feeling enhance some. I was under her
before, oh
By the time I make Albuquerque, she'll be working
And she'll probably stop at lunch
Just to give her, her sweet good thing a call
Oh,
a disrespectful way
But Columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes down why'all ain't got nothing to say
He kicked the old lady's door in,
kinds
Of new opportunities old business
Models are dissolving
Leaving the field wide open
For innovation it is
A time of sweeping change and revolution
Everything that you felt gone like that
In the past but you want that life back
On the right track then it's right back
To the same old same old
a time
When I was bolder
I'd chase the heels
Of any stranger
About to learn
About to learn
Cat's In a cage
Chained to a stone
Empty Bowl by his
body like cat hair
Come on and chill with us up on Magick Hill
And you can tell everyone when you get back there
Good evening we've been waiting for you
endeavour
And would you look at this
As if this was all pre-planned out ahead of time by some corporate multimedia synergist
Right on cue
Here comes the swarm
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
language, you don't need to talk
For me to know the vibe
These the golden times
9 years old when I would keep the rawest rhymes in my walkman
Bad ass kids
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