Lyrics:
number for the souls under the heavens
Because I disrespected reverend confessions of my presence
Life lessons with a message, protracted by the most high
[Intro]
Tellemi, Tellemi, Tellemi
Tellemi, Tellemi, Tellemi
Oh nanana yeah
You're Chilling With Miles
[Verse 1]
Shawty gat us over our heads
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
to decimate the dark, nuclear rain to set us aflame
Obscured by a curtain of venom from space in the name of science
Fall to your knees, pray to a last
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
manifestations of the Guru."
Rest in peace!
Keith E.E.!
It's the gifted, his presence was so influential
Unlimited, that was his reach and his potential
Rhymes
manifestations of the Guru."
Rest in peace!
Keith E.E.!
It's the gifted, his presence was so influential
Unlimited, that was his reach and his potential
Rhymes
its back to the boards to prepare the next round.
he was the son of a preacher man,
every Sunday at the pulpit his daddy stands,
raised by the church
teacher
They can't see us moving dirty
Hiding our faces like sia
Silly niggas talking
Barking walking fuck shit
Spot em in my rear view
They know I got
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
doin'
this to us if ya'll don't stand up, right now and ride with us
STAND UP RIGHT NOW, AND NIGGA LET'S RIDE
[Verse 1: Big Pimp]
I don't know if I'm
ain't fucking with this dubbind shit the whole world loving this
Bow down and suck this dick you are the rap fucking trick
14 15 I told that I had a dream
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
serious (I wanna be your man)
Yeah, mama, yeah, mama, I'm daddy, no, I'm not
You're a lot of fucking problems, you gon' prolly show true colors
By
lunch after brunch
Joy getting bigger now
And yeah that's my nigga
Even though sometimes, got to beat her ass
But she knows daddy's soft
Spite she's
shut the fuck up, get off my dick
Chorus
Don't be foolish x2
[daz]
Hook
You see you don't wanna fuck with us
Knowing how we throw it out, the sucka
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
[Verse One - Trick Daddy]
Half step pussy ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me?
I
Release Single O NOME
Duas vozes marcantes, Joe e Mike (voz principal da banda Big Daddy Weave), uma das mais tocadas nas rádios dos Estados Unidos,
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
it better, see, 'cause I'm an MD
And when I fuck it up, you give me 25 G's
Eazy-E said, "Yeah, oh yeah"
So I took it, forget the paperwork
a trouble understanding you
You got plenty of energy and stamina
Forgot all the little tricks I tried to cram in you
There's a bit of, 'I don't give
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