Lyrics:
that thing (ooh, ooh)
But in conclusion, it's only time we losing
We get deluded by these illusions, constant confusions
And every movin', any time
that thing (ooh, ooh)
But in conclusion, it's only time we losing
We get deluded by these illusions, constant confusions
And every movin', any time
happened to you!
He's starting like a dog rhythm
And the cats seem to be cool!
He says: Baby, I know a good ol' jailhouse
In West Hollywood that's just
I'm ight tho
Now I make hits and get dough
No one back me off of this
This the time before I turn 18
The age where real me sleep
Big man face big issues
clean whenever ya nigga park up.
The fuck is my chauffeur? legs on his shoulder, wanna eat the cat so he tell me come over, host the boy, I'm the poster
to tell you 'bout the time she was attacked
By a low flying saucer
And somehow the cat was black before that happened
Oh oh oh
If you're hurting let me know
got no time for a Bitch
Understand money talks Chris tuck wit the shit we a different type of cloth u to broke for the stitch like
Aye I like em old
at the time
When the news came out, she was by my side
And I'll tell you this for free: he was a bloody good cat to me
Woo-woah-oh
Woo-woah-oh
Oh, fly high
a long time
I just had to get up on my own grind
I just had spit it thru my own lines
I used some old rhymes Just pay me no mind
I do it for my lil man
time
Now I'm overcome
By the light of day
My lips are near, but my heart is far away
Now the war is won
How come nothing tastes good?
You're
just dreamin', I ain't got no ride
And the junkyard's a pretty good ways
That job's about a half week old besides
It'd be gone now anyway
time I've done lost it
I break again as soon as I become conscious
I wake up dreaming of just going back to sleep
My psyche on the line again I'm
And in the back of my mind, I know I'm wrong
Alcohol make a young motherfucker
Think he ballin'
Collect calls to my old bitches
Send more pictures
with degrees in gynecology (Yeah)
Shoot your old lady in her privacy (Word)
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me (Go Santa)
I'm caught up in these
(Y'all ready for this?)
It's the white boy from Daga
Stab you in the back but I'm not a backstabber
Tell an MC he'll get bunned like shatter
hoooOooo)
(Big mike, Evil Empire)
[Papoose:]
We said the same thing at the same time
I ain't knock on wood
Black cat crossed my path, my luck still good
a second
Tryna find my way
And I ain't lost but thanks for checkin'
Still remember them old days
Reflecting back on my old ways
Moving along at my own pace
good
In fact God is not good sometimes
He's good all the time
[Chorus 2x: Ron Isley]
No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord
just sky high ayy
It's about damn time we make these lines
Even better with each rhyme ayy
So when they see us drive by they seeing them
Old school
If I cut my hair, hope I grow it long
Back long, back time like way before
If I wear it straight will they like me more?
Like those girls on front
horrible time than they care to remember
I drag in the cat that
Drag in the conversation piece
Yahweh-forsaken elite, hemlock in the pot
Every day
But I'm think I might end up taking it
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I'm thinking about it, then by receiving
She can get it right back up , just give her
runs
Yeah, yeah, that's what it does blah, blah
I don't listen to half of you fucks
Na na-ni-ni na now they mad that I won
Good posture, but I'm back
(I just need my space right now)
She told me to go make some time
Yeah
She told me to make some time, but bae, I ain't wastin' mine
My Rollie
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