Lyrics:
by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F Baby, now
yeah)
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild
of Somalia
Which I escaped as a boy
My audience is in America
So my songs should reflect the land where
I have chosen to live and work
They have a point
Ridin' with my brother's in an F-150
Sorry if I'm off I'm really fuckin' tipsy
Four by four with some big ole' titties
Kenwood's bumping and I'm
Else’s f hat and try to walk in
Their sh for a little while
So I made sure this album, Joanne
That I didn’t just honor
The more personal sentiments
I made
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
and the boys asked the local
radio station, or asked the ballroom dancers to come up and feature in the video. They did. Puuh, pretty
good isn't it? By the way,
I'm skeptical
Spectacle thru my spectacles
Special flows, check it tho, I'm in "F" it mode
Erybody could die - when my chest explode
It's all inside
Being here in America doesn't make you an American
Being born here in America doesn't make you an American
Why if birth made you an American you
didn't even cry, ayy, when my granny died (ayy)
"Boy, you better get up and get it" (get it), star in my granny's eyes (yeah)
All you niggas thinkin'
KXNG CROOKED, Eastside, Long Beach, California
My name is KXNG CROOKED
I snap on you rappers often
When I'm spazzin' I'm just gettin' my
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent
Blame it on America
Fuck it
I'm pulling off the lot, I bought it cash
Her future bright, don't give a fuck
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
Man hell no, I been calling that nigga since Starsky & Hutch
I ain't fin' to call that nigga no more man
Oh like that?
Man f'real man, I ain't buyin
clutch
Cause I got Jordan touch
I'm more than tough
Still I might retire
Like I'm Andrew luck
The golden child
Shooting from the line
That boy he known
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