Lyrics:
I do I'll miss the things passing by
I know, I know just not to go and close my eyes
Cause if I do I'll miss the things passing by
I'm all talk
grinding to the day they put me in a body bag me
To give my kids a future that I never had
When you serve a pluck by your daughter and you don't feel no
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through
But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black
But your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque
moře, to je kurva můj sen
Předtím než skončí tenhle track
Otevři a vylej celej sekt
Pro ty co lehká je jim zem
Já už tady nezůstanu sám
Pičo chtěli by
Yo, I bought that album man, it's wack man
I'm tellin you, I don't like it
I'ma be honest man
Honest?
I'm dead up, I'm serious
Serious?
I don't
know!
What are you, scared?
Everybody does it! come on!
I might hang out with jim
But I don't need to be just like him
Got to listen to myself
Cause you
tired of your Shit
You don't never buy me nothin'
See every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, & Tyrone
See why can't we be by
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
the truth out about this beef
A victium of defeat when ya
Album was released when Jay-Z made
Kanye look like a beast
When BET told Jim Jones it was
Peace jus
to go and by the whole 'lot and...
Nigga tried by a whole block and
Tried to hustle, get a whole rock in
Nowadays it was '95, the way my niggas use to red
Black
But your album sound like you give
Your nuts for a plaque
You don't ride for the facts like um
Say Scarface
You don't know what you feel, y'all too
handcuff Bert Reynolds
To Jim Brown and escape with Raquel Welsh
Isn't my queen lovely? feed her rum of rays
And ice cream, shower her with diamond rings
Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own
Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own
love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through
But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black
But your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque
like, come back to it later
That's like... exactly what this is
Notes
Create two albums, then release one
I'm untitled
The new project, from the projects
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
album, shit
So realize with your two eyes that my rhyme hypnotize
Just like Jim Jones baptized his followers
The wrath, there's a slaughter, have you
album is no exception.
The CD edition on the esteemed Ottawa label The Beautiful Music is housed in a beautiful gatefold digipak with artwork by Jamie
Shine on like a rose at night
*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love"
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Ženy, víno, rap nový album Zverina
Najlepšie leto
trains
Before all this pain we all wuz kangz
By the way
Married couples that use the one same
Facebook page are all like Krang
Every gay little page
Yo turn, turn, turn
Edna one, yo
I touched that stand
I just can't tell the truth
I'm Jim Carrey in Liar, Liar
CPS ask if I'm tryna take the mick
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