Lyrics:
Funkadelic I'ma always keep it groovy
From KY to Hollywood my niggas up in movies
Posted by the ocean all my pictures be in motion
Catch me when you can I'm
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
'em they ain't shit
I'm captain wavy bitches born in my spaceship
Drop xan's in my drink hoe I ain't mean to lace it
She got a boob job but she needed
Asorted flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks
G D G
Walking in his footsteps in the sweet delta dawn
G see G see G
V1: Take me back to another home to a time so long ago
See G D G
When the sweet
was, then in '65
Lou Reed and John Cale in
A Ludlow Street dive
Had a similar musical spin
Also on acoustic guitar and violin
With even more New York
every year
By the furnaces at Ravenscraig
By the padlocks holding John Brown`s gates
In the desert, in the fields of South Armagh
Where the poppies
grown but yet so young
Fledglings in a world of nests
Scattered by such bitter winds
And the distance that grows between
My hands and those born unto
but if you not born with it don't plagiarize
Don't steal no page of mine
This book is in use and it fits me fine
Get used to it
Are you comfortable
Do
So don’t be afraid! I tell of a day
When Jesus your child shall be born:
The Saviour in a manger!
And He shall be known for all time
As the Saviour
brother
I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
The Doc is born with a grenade palm
I'm concurrent in
brother
I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
The Doc is born with a grenade palm
I'm concurrent in
that is wyrd."
Drowning in the waves which carry me
'cross oceans of tranquility,
Lulled by the eddies of my mind -
Washed up like flotsam
born before me
I have watched you die
I have heard every word you said to me
Leave no question in your mind
There is no brighter star to guide you
Don't
House
And say, "We want God in America again"
I believe it's time America to stand up and proclaim
That one nation under God is our demand
And send
Grandma cut my ass if I ain't in by the street lights
Ain't nothing for you in this world out they past midnight
Twin that's my brother blood can't make
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
nigga
Every time I eat I take the time to pray my nigga
Cause I'll never know when it's gon be the day my nigga
I got homies in the grave
I got homies in
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
your fire and grace
If I were, if I were, if I were in your place
Troubled waters can appear calm on the surface
A cool facade can be fueled by
look like Metropolis
I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man, I guess I'm a optimist
Born in Toronto, but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
about the good of intention?
Bitterness formed in the storm of aggression,
Prophets get dropped imagining heaven,
Martin Luther, -
66 followed by 6 then
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