Lyrics:
forget
We ride or die
'Cause you can't make old friends
You can't turn back time
You can't make old memories
Or partners in crime
The Good Lord
to deal with
Old school, Steven Seagal hard to kill shit
Let the bullets hit me, I’ll leak the realness
Infatuated by shit that’ll get ya killed quick
the champion is singing again
Bring back the good old days
When reggae music keep you rocking and swing
Bring back the good old days
When good music was reigning
Nine Eleven that's tough times
I remember that day yo
Everybody was straight in shock
I salute those brave souls
Who ran in the danger to help strangers
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
test tube baby}
Check one two, check one two
De La Soul, is now back on the map
Long Island, is now back on the map
Good rap music, is now back
says here that cats are on the upgrade (upgrade?)
Hipgrave, downgrades are rare, it's got that fat and old cat
In the clear white circles of morning
flat on my back, I'd slid 'til it hurt
Giving it over, giving it over
You put my head in the clouds and my feet in good dirt
My head in the clouds
the by
The fee goes up
Or else we go
My dear old friend
Here's how things appear, old friend
He who pays the bill
Times two or three
Be sure he
on my grind
I said this before but I know it's my time
Caught up in my old ways
Caught up in my past
Used to say that no way
Notice that I am back
Oakland flow
Born in Berkeley but I'm really from Oakland tho
No Pinocchio! No time for bullshit, bitch, I got weed to grow
Yeah, I'm that cat they call
Wouldnt it be me,
the most attractive cat?
My confident and the elegant walk
Shine shine, my beautiful glossy fur.
Looking good always
cause I groom
This sound like an old shotty
A blast from the past *Gun Shots*
Yea that's yo ass
I ain't feeling you niggas
That shit ain't appealing to me
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Everyone wanna have a good time
Old school, let me bring it right back
Gun fingers in the air, that’s fine
We’ve got that sound
UK from LDN town
Get to know,
time to play
The homie john is gay I tell him that it's okay
Big homie Steven's running from the law
Parents upset yea they appalled
Hitting church
ADAM: I am a simple goat.
I live on the back of a pick-up truck.
The Old Man tied me here with a 3 ft. rope.
Am I happy?
He don't give a fuck.
OLD
Welcome to Rap Opera, the mind of a guy that is not pop enough
Fuck Wagner the times too tough to be pessimistic so his time is up
I today waver
Stealthy and Cool
Walking The Blues
Girls are dancing
Old folks are singing
About the good times
To come
Wasn't it lucky
That they could play
Like Alley
believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back
money baby money baby it's some stuff I'm buying today
That money calling me so it's your time that I'm denying today
She like Tyler what you doing she
money baby money baby it's some stuff I'm buying today
That money calling me so it's your time that I'm denying today
She like Tyler what you doing she
pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
There's rats in the street, and rats in the jail
In the feds, rats wear wires in they cell
Shit Steven Seagal,
times (The Good Times)
We were blessed
I miss the old days (the old days)
Which my mind has kept
I want to rewind, a little remind
Back in time
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