Lyrics:
this anthology
My biggest support I have honestly
To my brothers I dropped this CD
A box set logbook on how we be
Let the spoken word dwell richly
To my
this anthology
My biggest support I have honestly
To my brothers I dropped this CD
A box set logbook on how we be
Let the spoken word dwell richly
To my
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
box
We'd skip school, hit open campus and watch out for street cops
Now I'm known around the town as that nigga that raps
From the hills that made high
a chance that I'll lose
All you niggas cappin' I'm just tellin' the truth, uh huh
Burnt by a label nigga you ain't hot
Editor, director, I'ma set my plot
TGIF on ABC not gonna be beat
Step by Step and Urkel and Boy Meets World yeah that's you
A rollercoaster ride of family fun
Best damn shows under
box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot
Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't
the waiter a hundred dollars
To keep the ice cold, alright?
We the last guys to keep the wise guys code alive
If I can't live by my word then I'd much
real
Y um sb kem kre beef
Nto Bazas fire kemas mo erva
Amizade t na comp i lealdad t n reserva
Panha bo ganancia bo pol set polm box terra
Hoj um kre
fucked by Muggs
I'd like to give a shout to Cypress
This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to
Give you a shout, now get the fuck out my
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
for a hot minute
The streets don't like when you doing good from my picture
But my record Mayweather nobody can box with us
I know they gotta feel this
as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set.
He was thoroughly packed and the post
Office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock.
afternoon, Waldo was set. He was thoroughly packed and the post
office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. He'd marked the package
"Fragile",
call me no punk
My name is Snoop D-O-double-G
And I'm the godfather of G-Funk
I'll put this shit down, like clown, Dogg Pound is my set
Nigga set
call me no punk
My name is Snoop D-O-double-G
And I'm the godfather of G-Funk
I'll put this shit down, like clown, Dogg Pound is my set
Nigga set
Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school
was unlocked
In the mix of writing these lyrics they would pile up
So I had to concentrate and set my lineup
Any little fault and I knew I'd act up
studied rap albums, that’s all I’ve done
Now I produce and rap, proving I ain’t dumb
But I do it to show the show the world it ain’t impossible
For a rapper
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
Like a gun shot
Twist' is yo' flow cold?
Well I think so
Kim do you got dranks
Crist' by the box
Twist' do you got smokes
Well I got 'dro, now baby
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
the juke box another song
Crank up the heat
Let's start a fire
Burn up the night
Set my heart ablaze
Crank up the heat
Let's start a fire
Burn up the night
won't do that
For a box of yayo dirt? Sunday, I'm in the T
But I should be in the church
Tryna pray and seek forgiveness
Cah I really put in work
My nigga
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