Lyrics:
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
Im in dem Cali Streets like every week
Bitch Its Da Star but I look like da bank
Im smokin all da weed by the LB, I keep dat gas in da leaf but da
yesterday but still I had to let her pass
She keeps on passing me by
She keeps on passing me by
(Nevertheless, I'll say it again)
She keeps on passing
yesterday but still I had to let her pass
She keeps on passing me by
She keeps on passing me by
(Nevertheless, I'll say it again)
She keeps on passing
Endlessly.
And all the high-born ladies
So lovely and so true,
Have been handed to the soldiers
When in Rome do as the Romans do.
Frail and afraid in
LB 3E
True as LB I would peel a cool mil off my last piece
And get the whole fam' a new lease
But reality and optimism don't often coincide
Again
I'm still-born
I'm still-born
I'm still-born, I
I'm still-born
I am still-born
I'm still-born
I feel like I'm so perfect
I feel like I'm so worth it
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
Yo yo yo
Young Money
LB on the track fucking it up in Claremont
704
Catch me outside the lab you know it (Listen)
Fuck non Dev Eco's kids
Listen
I will not be moved
In a world I created
There's a born new place
A terror far beyond the thoughts that
You all thought you knew
Now you arrive in
at three am
With a bottle of rum and a dripping pen
Full of blood and water straight from the vine
Where we both were born in another time
By the edge
the sprog in yonder manger"
Little baby Jesus
Sleeping in the hay - hay hay hay!
Born in a stable
He was born on Christmas day!
The three wise men had
pimpin hoe
Raised by killas hustlas thugs in a good school district
I would live dis life again if I had da chance to pick it
Broke da rules I ran da
You think I'm scared of death
I've done it a million times
And I'm f**king great at it
How many times have you died
And I feel born again
(Yah hey)
Oh, what a dawn of day!
How the March sun feels like May!
All is blue again
After last night's rain,
And the South dries the hawthorn-spray.
Only, my
Yesterday, feel me, one, three
I’m new to this, give me some time
I need to make my rhyme feel out the beat
You gotta move your feet
I gotta move
wanted was mine,
I started up a server called "Industrial Strength,"
And got sued by the R-I-double-A,
But I was born into a new world of computers,
And we
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
As an album filler
So now it's smiles
And Alhamdulillah
Yeah, love me
Or hate me
This who I am
Look at the past at times
I wish that I was born again
So
ever get a glimpse of the fame
Slit the wrists, repeat this shit again
It's fuck teeterboi til his own grave
Pills, thrill, weed, woah
Chills, empty
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