Lyrics:
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the One World Album. It has also been released on The Country Roads Collection album
Het koor kijkt naar hem vol verlangen
Dus ik dacht; "het enige wat ik nog heb is grappig zijn op het juiste moment!"
Maar tijdens de soundcheck kwam ik
the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my
Ten drinks in me, I'm drunk
I left the party early tonight
All those empty conversations
I'm watching the cars and
The trucks whizz by
And I thought ten
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
is money watch the glass nigger
Cause the Bloods thicker when the bands thicker
How you running with a flat nigga
I just pull up like a cab nigga
still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I
in a taxi cab
And I still got grams in a plastic bag
Put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey
Bitch, I'm not a human being,
Het koor kijkt naar hem vol verlangen
Dus ik dacht; "het enige wat ik nog heb is grappig zijn op het juiste moment!"
Maar tijdens de soundcheck kwam ik
1995 and Compton's still up in this motherfucker
Yeah, this album's dedicated to all you real niggaz
But most of all it's dedicated to you bitch ass
respect the game
I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane
And Islam, masters and shakras? and beyond
Think about the hustle and somehow I see by
But
zoom in
Heard your last album, like X-Men I'm muting
Yes this directed at you like I'm shooting
Bang, bang, bang
When I pop out- black out, that's
Intro
Now you put me x 2, me as a stranger, in the middle of the city
I’ve decided to fight to fight the danger, to take a walk and get some money
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
roommates sleeping late night sessions set the score
For me to relegate my feelings with allure the laws imposing my solace still I’m blessed by Allah
Jehovah
and listen
Iyo ham, ham
Oh nkosi yam
A lot of people tried to discourage me man
And told me I must not do this album man
Why sing about Tambo
Leave politics
of singles based on consumption
Because you guys don't consume full albums anymore
Y'all consume, like, two songs and then the other ten songs, nobody streams
like
A man that lost his fuckin' thumb
Hold up, you look like a cab driver
The boy that pump my gas and the boy
At 7-11 I buy my Dutchies from
This might
album, got no time to chat it out
He offered Corey a flight, said he could land by tonight
Corey replied, "shit, like, maybe I might"
Corey pride took
Um uh um uh here we go now
[Hook: x 2]
It's because I'm all on my own, now
You can leave him out hear alone, now
Ya'll need to really watch
only
the thought of my Mum that saved me
I booked a cab back to the Main street look at the places this shit could take me
Week later got dropped by
the payment
All these little rapper come and go, I wonder where they went
Ten years and runnin', we came up from the basement
(You are watching a master–)
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
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