Lyrics:
some influencers on TikTok, you bitch
I made a whole ass album, I worked hard on it
Fifteen tracks, we don't last fifteen seconds
We got A.D.D. and if
gangsta shit?
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E
So fresh, so clean, back with Stankonia, Dungeon
esibirsi,
non sapeva stare al mondo, quando vivere è sbancare
e poi era didascalico.
Solo i bambini, lo guardavano stupiti
ma quando capivan che non era
that's nice, its holographic
I'm working in the shade
So, I guess it looks like magic
And if I made an album
I just hope it'd be a classic
Life goes up
the universe with love
A banger tune to close the set
Well he's left me with the final verse
Of the album's closing song
Leaving me to sing this melody
Kind
name
I thought by now I'd be covered in ice, hope I can cover the rent
I thought by now I'd be platinum like twice, last album double cement
I don't even
Ladies, and gentlemen, and lowlifes
It is with outstanding pleasure
That we are here to present tonight
Slick Rick, the Ruler
And MC Ricky D
Ladies, and gentlemen, and lowlifes
It is with outstanding pleasure
That we are here to present tonight
Slick Rick, the Ruler
And MC Ricky D
this
Nigga, fuck it, I get paid like this
Mama said that it'd be days like this
Knew the police was gon' raid like this
Knew this shit was in my
mélodies implacables
Tu sais très bien d'où l'on vient
Je dormais dans des bendo remplis de puces et de cafards
Je mets une prod je monte le son dans le
How your Night feel
I was up late tripping on another pill
There was writing on the walls
Like a nightmare
Had a girl by my side
With the green hair
me of tryna destroy
Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit
Crossin' 8 Mile into Warren into hick territory
I'd like
[Chorus 2]
I have no melody or swag, and use my heart not my voice when I sing
ct first I thought I'd just write the lyrics, let the real performers do
aye
Hey, yeah, aye
Hey, yeah, aye
Hey, yeah, aye
"Shit, time goes by fast man
Gotta understand you ain't got a lot of time in this world
Invest all your
seamstress, who was schemin on Al's +Green+
You know they shoot for the stars and buckwild
Like the kids in the yard who play with +Jane's Child+
seek
I’d bring you truth by any means
Take you to your rooots
Through out it’s green
Well I’m so sick
I’m serving pills
(Yeah yeah)
Lovers for tonight
stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a muthafuking walk-by
Eazy-E and the D.O. to the C.
And run house and there won't be no disagreeing
'Cause if there is
un tremblement d'ter-toss
Amène ta clique: on les couche tous
On arrive dans l'rap tout schuss
Lourd comme la patate à Mouss Diouf
Drive-by en
Say my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants and
Do the Rockaway
I was raised by Hip-Hop Tupac Mac Dre
West side, I ain't a crip or a blood
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
poet that you know it would
I'd rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I
I'd rather talk about the naked hoes and the stay up in the bitches
initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move
of focus)
If I could wrap my arms around this globe
Hands, touch the green and brown.
I'd sink into the cool, cool ground
(in and out of focus, in
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