Lyrics:
[Spoken]
All right. Fine.
[Sung]
Here’s the headline in the paper
When you freaked out at the market.
Here’s the house on Walton Way
After the fire.
Dan:
the slapper, jacker
Smacker, rapper? Nah nigga, that ain't me
Gangsta? Yeah nigga, can't you see?
Rider, like the toners on my Chevrolet
West Coast,
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
Out while I’m beating you
Goodnight, Mr walton this is the
Only time I’m greeting you here’s a thought
Stop changing your damn layout
Every couple days!
done been slam dunked on ya
You did a lot better on the corner
Cause I can tell by your game, you ain't a baller uh
I done be shot the three-pointer
like you was wonder the bread
Sheek, Zeke, hell rell and I got some in the feds
I contradict what ever the government says
For them boys on my back wit
schemes
On whoever oppose
Spazz out on the beat
I spazz out on the beat
I think I got turrets
I black out on the beat
Spazz out on the beat
I spazz out
see
Yo I ain't never giving up the fight in me
And I'll only bow down when they knighting me. Ignite the beat
They said our heads by the eight planets
(plastic)
Give me a reason to snap
Soon to put the team on a map (boom)
Life's been one hell of a journey
Out here just me tagging along for that tourney
Yo,
to
know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell
Produced by Don Juan
[Intro 2]
Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want
said he boot me up
Kill you, then I call that space shuttle to come and scoop you up
Hit u in your belly out your back, you gonna loose your guts
Said
out with a def design
There were no others there
But I didn't care
When the car rolled by, it made people stare
But are they more aware? (To the beat
Rock C) ]
My.. beatbox rocks everywhere we go
Gettin utterly respected at every show
No other can (beat me), no girl can out-(freak me)
(Man, I'm
gonna be hard to beat
'Cause I got friends with me
Hell yeah, I go get drunk on Friday nights
Hell yeah, I'm dancing under neon lights
Hell yeah,
the people's champ
Pap the golden apple out the camp
Don't ever tell me what I can't
Up the Drac' and make a nigga tap dance
Beat the pot, hit it the with
Keith doesn't do different, he wants to stay the same
He finds something he likes and then he'll just do it again
A force of habit, he doesn't wanna
beneath this city's heat
In the eyes of strangers who pass me by
Life is cruel and so unkind
Oh, Oh the SPIRIT OF '76
And Pete has seen his dreams
Teflon Vest
Clear Em' Out
All My Imperfections
Teflon Vest (D. Walton)
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Look into my eyes I'm on that Fetty Wap
Don't turn around
side of the fence
So I hopped my ass over to see if I was convinced
Fast paced city life, but country livin's the sense
Cop me a Caddy say to hell
side of the fence
So I hopped my ass over to see if I was convinced
Fast paced city life, but country livin's the sense
Cop me a Caddy say to hell
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
praise the most high My first dolla I ever earned Became a church dolla
I gave it to the preacher who Gave me a verse said Ima
Burn in hell if I don't but
on the game like I'm Luke Walton
He ain't really bout it he ain't say it with his chest
I be getting jiggy boi you know I'm from the west
Call me Derrick Fisher
Slaves to a nation's systemic impoverishment
Corporate dragons on mountains of gold
Tried to convince me I'm privileged by labor
But what will I do
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