Lyrics:
now I'm styling
Heard this shit, I spent a thousand
Different homes, different islands)
Dropped my mix tape and it sold like an album
Reason why I'm
it ain't fit every head where my love is found
And man I love this now, its been far too long
Pray I touch every soul by the end of this some, come
Bad lil bitch up in this club
Purple stuff all in her cup
Got me stuck like lighting struck
Turn me on just by her touch
Bad lil bitch up in this
'Cause I did the album with Crypt, not you
They ain't realize everything that I knew
I'm known by many, but respected by few
And I know nobody has handed
did you leave me
By my side I'm seeing a ghost why did you leave me
All this time needed a coach why did you leave me
We could've been so close now why
falling down
I'm a diamond in the rough - Hoping I get found
Puffing Inspirado I been Smoking by the pound
And now it's N to the izzo - v to the izzay
[Mr. Funkee]
The year is 1971. Now comes the first of the children of Roton.
Lords of the Underground witness the brith of the funky child,
Doitall,
the opera
Went and got it, now these niggas wanna knock us
Bitches fallin' 'cause they need a couple dollars
But it ain't a problem 'cause a nigga really
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
Now, the end is near (Can you believe this shit Guru?)
So I face (I'm from the hood man) the final curtain
(No the real hood the hood, not the rap
so it's going to be louder now I figure
So uh, so everyone must know this shit by now, and uh,
What we done is took all our favorite parts,
Put it into
The most important artist of this
Generation over 21 Grammy's
6 Consecutive number 1 albums one of the most
Impactful voices to ever grab
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
Yo, yo can y'all' hear me out there
Let me intoduce myself ladies and gentlemen
See I go by the name of Big Woody Rock
And I'd just like you
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
Yeah, TS, yeah, uhh
Yo, yo
Wonder if we all V-S'es'us
Wanna know the streets that we fuss
Now sit back and witness the di-rector's cut
By now the whole world should know my name Big B I be killing shit
Virginia done seen the grind but now the world gone witness it
The past couple
And you still got it in your drawer even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate
Autumn
album early, call it ultrasound
I might drop another album after i go beyond
Young goat in his prime im M in 99
Living by the palm trees
Always had my
were stuffed in snow
Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever known
It's nothing personal, hip-hop design has gotten vain,
So
Track Title - AIRBORNE
Album Title- “R & R: ALPHA”
(a SurvivalMode Music & Media Production/Joint Task Production)
mixed & mastered by: G.U.S.
hear a lot of albums, and you snoring
But the truth is back, now they say where you been
Cause we ain't really seen you out performing
You back up in
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