Lyrics:
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I got it like that
Good ol' niggas would get away
Walk with a slight sway
Tryin' to make cheese like Green Bay
The next American Idol, don't call me
league
You D-league, boy you terrible
Like delinquents, so sorry peeping' tom
Yo ya'll some hot tamales But I'ma need to see some
ID's before I let you
Verandering is fair weet niet of ik 't vertrouw
Want als je anders bent gewend dan voelt 't nieuwe leven fout
Kom van een wereld waar d'r niemand om
clack clock nigga
Keep my shit cocked
Don't fuck with me ya'll I'm in
The zone like a zip lock
Stay G'd up, out to get my green up
Blue Chevy
Counting
Yeah, I'm feeling like Jay-Z Annotateon Reasonable Doubt
My first debut album probably be my last, it's all good though
Us COB boys we out here,
purchasing a Murcielago
Let's ride in the hoopty for now
Rewind a couple years ago to look now I'd be proud
Banging let's ride Chronic '92 album
That's
the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with
Rankin Road
North of Greens
Yea
Lets take it back to White Gate Lane
When life was so simple, man but how things change
Momma off of brain surgery
down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy,
All envy was thinking and all he'd ever thought
Was 'I wish I could have been that chosen one'
The green of Invidia, it's a hedge or even fort
That
tek
D'r wordt gesprayed, richting mij, maar overleef, ik ben een soldaat
Je hele leven loesoe als die gun gaat, bang
Alles wat je zegt, geloof niks
all of you get Salamanca’d
And it Yatahey comprende’ que pasa
A payaso do it for la raza
Picasso painting all the pictures in the pain
Take
Yea, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothing, to all the people that lived above the
Buildings that I
Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the Kurt Blows
Mase got something to say and it goes
(Maseo is rocking on the radio)
Now I think we're talking 'bout
Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the Kurt Blows
Mase got something to say and it goes
(Maseo is rocking on the radio)
Now I think we're talking 'bout
never be!
One by one you'll all leave the screen,
I'm going on a killing spree!
At the top we will be,
Just Jayy Von, Lord D. Vanity!
(Uh, I'm
the cops and beefing blocks
Think you'll ever see me, must be chiefin rocks
Like Green Day, they album dookie
Coming around washed up, on that Pookie
from me now I'm in a bad mood
Like bitch I was not done yet Why'd you be so rude
And why the fuck a goofy actin' crazy He a real dude
If he steady
R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
Like Aretha
Played by Jennifer Hudson
Or like the Senator's coming
Or like Yeezy made a Billie
I ain't going to say he's insane
Cause I've seen
It's just under Heavenly away with the chip
Contempt
Proceeding with synergy
Marching to my Melody
Saying no to Melony (Shit)
Bring all the Greens
Say Hi
u want swipe the card cos I will buy in this shit it be ride or die staying up all night love it when your by my side promise I’ll make it on this
In this clamour, I keep humming
The melody of the Backpacker Blues
I hopped off before my destination
I'd rather walk to my desired location
Losing
Life gets tricky
More gone few with me
Stay strong keep busy
That's the motto that I live by
I wish a day was longer hours I ain't got
But I can't
accomplished
Talking bout that
Remedy uh
I'm all you need uh
Living in misery uh
Keeping you company
Singing melodies
The lights always shining
In the dark I'll
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