Lyrics:
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's
about me
I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you
In case I'm not here tomorrow
I'm hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind
I'm behind
it?
Oh no, man
I'm cueing up the fourth album now, his final one
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, listen
Look into my eyes
Tell me
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out some dust,
And hack up a boulder
(HACK!)
Hack
Count me in
Yeah
Yeah
Turn it up let the radio blast
This a movie can't catch it on HBO Max
Couldn't play me even back when we was playin' tag
to wreck
[Verse 3: SPM]
Money and the power, glass on the Prowler
Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it
Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like
on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All aboard
putting up
Drywall and all that
Carpet padding,
Insulation
Measurements off an inch
I’ll gladly
Fix warped wood
Covered in mold
My sup pump
Won’t pump
a bitch make spend his pause D I V A.
Maniac across the wall. Red lipstick I'm in some fishnets
six inch heels no bra I mean business.
I'm bout my money
Your mama's front door, scared the hell out of me
Marching up to it, just barely sixteen
They said, "Be back by 10", and at 9:54
I kissed you
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
1:
Rap albums mainly on CD's to speak
So just peep all the ones that I mentioned randomly
Master P that Ghetto D Gangsta Blac Can It Be
Oh how can I
like my therapy
From B-I-G and Paris B, Three Times Dope, and some we'll never see and PRT
N.W.A and Eazy-E, and D-R-E was like my GPS
Without him, I
Guess who? D'you miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're
Guess who? D'you miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're
Guess who? D'you miss me?
Jessica Simpson, sing the chorus
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're
album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature'
check out the cover
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force
mitgebracht
Für alle, die noch mit uns down sind
Und immer wiederkommen, wenn wir unseren Sound bringen
Eizi Eiz - „Das E“
Denyo - „Das D“
Dj Mad am Mix
discrete,
You’d think I hate Greece,
Cos I got hits by the boatload,
Yes you know my steez,
Out with my Gs, check the drip straight greaze,
No I never been
You only good as yo last album
You ain't fucking with my worst album
I know you heard me like Max volume
Probably thought I wouldn't pass by you
Search
You the same little shawty that I wanted
She appreciate it love me when I bought it
Put a brand new 40 inch right by your two piece
We been rolling
[Ms. Melodie]
Extra extra read all about it!
KRS One's rhymes have been doubted
Suckers stepped up and got MURDERED!!
[KRS One]
Ru and Frogg at?
I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck
West side Cedar Block and niggas know what's up
I'm with the shit though, my album drop,
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