Lyrics:
same shit
Man you know the beat ran out on me
I was gonna, I was gonna
I was gonna break down (That was mean
That was mean) I was gonna
Break down
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
driving fast 'till we're plum out of gas
Round and round and away we go
Round and round and away we go
Four by four and away we go
High not low and away we
asked me to bow so you can give me the finest things of life
I'm asking you if you can out of darkness call forth light"
He went into hell and he
to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh
Who brings guns into the USA?
And then makes sure that they come
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
waxed by body she let me crash
She knew her loving was def, she didn't waste time to ask
[Hook]
Up the next morning, feeling good as hell
Sleeping
even know me oga
Do I look like Rihanna
Kini moshey fuen
Do I look like Rihanna
See I get beat by Dre
I no want beat by Chris
I go see you later
Do I
me ride (hell yeah)
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the niggas sayin'?)
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
me ride (hell yeah)
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the niggas sayin'?)
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
on walton and state. she's babs up and down on belmont right by the train. he's buddy and his wife in uptown, by the aragon, he's andy selling streetwise
Aw hell nah nigga
We ain't doin' no freestyles
Don't even know how to do that shit
Yeah whatevah
Check it out man, check this one out
I been
shit, huh, Dre?
Oh, for sho'
Yeah
Check me out
It's still Dre, Day nigga, AK, nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
'Cause when
just a recent habit of mine
I used to be afraid
Of loud echoes of a gun shot
But nowadays I'm terrified by alarm clocks
Speaking of which
My phone's in
the pen
Gonna rock this beat for you once again
If you can't get out and you're mad as hell
Say beeatch, now make it sound for real
I'ma tear shit up,
I'ma knock the pussy out like Fight Night
Hit it with a left, hit with a right
I'ma knock the pussy out like Fight Night
Beat it with the left, beat
Bitch I'm feeling out of body
Bitch call me Salvador Dali
Bitch call me Salvador Dali
Bitch call me Salvador Dali
Bitch I'm feeling out of body
shit, huh, Dre?
Oh, for sho'
Yeah
Check me out
It's still Dre, Day nigga, AK, nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
'Cause when
No question, I'ma ride out for my bros
The money turned me to a savage on these hoes
I don't need nobody, I could do this on my own
Fuck
did I say, gotta dial it up again
I'm writing out those lines that fell out drunk at three AM
What the hell did I, hell did I, hell did I say?
What
Hop
Picked the "Truth" beat for Beanie
And I was in the session with him, I had my demo with me
You know, like I always do
I played a songs, he's
Stuck out here nowhere no far
Drivin' in my beat up car
Raisin some hell here we go again
Truck stop bus stop come on jump in
Johnny got a bottle
know me oga
Do I look like Rihanna
Kini moshey fuen
Do I look like Rihanna
See I get beat by Dre
I no want beat by Chris
I go see you later oga
Do I
called for a line-up
You did me so dirty and thought that nobody'd find us
Then I found out this, could have blew ounces
Nah, I blew brains out, Call
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