Lyrics:
L.O.V.E. can't tell me how to feel
Gone off my vibe just tell me if it's real
Water the garden I'll feed you the meal
Off the scene but for you I
'cause I keep comin' wit dough, man
You steady watchin,' stealin', but there ain't no hope, man
You dealin' with somethin' bigger than the US Open
of testing it on something, they’ve been testing us all their lives
They have all control over your life
You won’t have a job your mind your soul anymore
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On the third day of Chrismas my homeboys gave to me
three pounds of indo
two birds of cocaine
and a A muthafuckin' K bitch.
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Eazy-E oh Eazy-E
show us how you
list
So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
In a dirty bitch, waitin' to trick me, not
Us
Been Thru Everything And I'm Still W.A.S.T.E Yup
Wander And Survive Through Everything
We Gon Make It Up
And It's Right Around The Corner I Can
holy
Humanity with so many atrocities
Weather na e make you vex for us
Baba biko biko lahor
Naija dey on standstill right now
Nobody know wetin go happen
Most hated by baby daddies for breakin' up happy homes
When the men is on and she don't say no then that mean she wanna bone
So partna don't get me
smells, and tastes
I’ve become who I am by the grace
Life’s profound as it takes me
Toward this destiny meant for me
So sinful and yet the saint in me
Has
Alado tutun de a tutun sere
This one na jebe no be elewe je ewe
Ose ose atunti gborin de
Is alright is okay
No need to introduce myself e shamo
Awa
man instead I'm saddened
Guess that's why they call it past tense
It's tragic jurassic my album be slappin'
You lack in theatrics, imagine
Imagination
All you hoes, callin' here for my daddy get off his dick.
Like that Mommy?
Hi daddy, how you doin', this is Tyiest, I was thinkin' about you
not to chill with niggas
Now I'm backseat, I'm like Malcolm on the black street
With the album, I'm an athlete
The way I be makin' the track meet
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that yo daddy just don't know
Give it to you good baby
I'm a make you feel right
You just gotta keep it on the low
a rack this is all i do and this ain't just a hobby shit I've written bars by playing beats off floppy disks it's all calculated we don't do no sloppy
at the Mariott, meet us at, 12:02
N.O.R.E., Flex and the Punisher crew
We gonna do it for the ghetto, and the families too
Cause if I had friends, I wouldn't
together it's sexual ecstasy!
When we get crazy it drives the neighbors bananas, they can't handle animal sounds late at night, they can't stand us!
Yes I
till I D-I-E, my nigga
Yeah, you behind if you don't know the power (nigga)
Product this shit the moment Ruthless started goin' sour (what?)
Niggas
Kings and Queens
Instead they want us locked in the bing and things
We are Kings and Queens We are Kings and Queens
Shine brighter than them rings
million streams " Leave the Lights On"
I'm in love with myself Chaka iKhan
Fiesta Shiela E. Album: ICON
It's like the G.O.P. just call 'em "I Con"
I sense
When live in a world where we gotta say
Black lives matter
And then In return
They be telling us dog lives matter
Thought we was human
Want me
we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house
Compton's definitely in the house.
Yo Ren, what are we gonna call this shit, tell'em what your name is?
Yeah
Nigga hit'em up
Bitches run from the drive-by
When we pass by
[E A Ski]
I've been known for the AK, Glocks, and Tech's
Hit ya block up, Leave
prayin' to God
If he survives that he promise to stay on his side
[Chorus x2]
Here's a story about a shorty chasin' the cream
Her daddy was
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