Lyrics:
Leslie reached hurricane status for a second time on 10th October
Reaching peak intensity two days later and passing between Ezoras and Bajurira
It
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
(written by lowell george)
(performed by jackson browne on the lowell george tribute album rock and roll doctor;1997)
I've been the one who has been
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
Uh huh, what's going now?
Slum Village
We back, nigga
What the Fuck
Trinity, y'all
Uh, what going now?
It's
The new day of the
All 360
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT)
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT)
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT)
DAY IN. DAY OUT. (OUT)
Verse 1:Dinco D
They got my brother locked down in
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up fuck nigga you know you a hater….
Don’t be tryin’ to act like you’re my kin folk
By the look up in yo
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up fuck nigga you know you a hater….
Don’t be tryin’ to act like you’re my kin folk
By the look up in yo
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
made a whole album
I tell them I know
You see me riding by
You don't gotta act like you know who I am on the inside
Young triple Five, best thing you'll
And the honest truth is drowned out by
All the voices singing:
"The kids these days
Are doing alright despite
The shit you try to put us through
Yeah the kids
On my life, I want the front page
Uh, ninety-nine bitches in the driveway
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
These chum niggas gettin' served by the day
By your side
I can't help how I feel inside
Feel like I'm losing my mind
But I rather be by your side
Crashed a Beemer
Straight off the liter
Don't
might be the last day
And lucky you, on your last day
You gon' hear the Busta Rhymes album, you lucky bitch
Well it's the God (yes) no illusions
made 'for you by you'
Every hip-hop nigga listen and wishing he had your style
To go against you if you rip him and pass him by (yeah)
A mastermind is
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
Skeltah album called
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any" yeah that was my shit
I used to bump that shit all day
By this time I knew I wanted to be
to mention our debut album
Is it always just nostalgia
Til our last days - omega
Will fans only jam our Alpha
We'll See
Can u stand the rain when you really
Fam good I manifest the day when we all ride foreigns
Brothers face the judge and needa statement imma lie forem
This protocol we living by the code
a week
I can't stop reminiscing
Memories flash by like sirens
Everything keeps weighing and piling
Till I can't pick it up and it's all stuck
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