Lyrics:
the bass hit when it strikes the ground
Everybody around will now hear the sound
I'm 'bout'a give y'all something they can talk about
Got my Air Max 90's,
which can multiply
Something to help them go by
Everyday that we live
It's Survival of the fittest
But even the fittest shall die
Oh roar
Jah Jah roar
of a magazine ain't even got a album out
Hop at da streets my delete cuh my hits out
Now I'm da one everybody wanna talk about
Hustle hard ball harder dats wat I
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
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't,
we right here
Live in the flesh with the Tecs, that never scared
Them guns we holding, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump-dump, reloaded
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
buggin'
She work at V Live, I supply her with lumber
The skirt that got you, when supplying the jungle
Kevin Garnett, they retire my number
Got gold in
through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also
And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full
"You done called every woman a slut, but you're
through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also
And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full
"You done called every woman a slut, but you're
pressure when I come by
I stay with that heat, might as well call it July
I supply, I'm providing rules and you don't comply
You ain't in my circle, you
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
Intro: (All White G)
Oh yeah man
This this is gon be somethin' no-one's bound to forget for the rest of their lives
God
The amount of effort that
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
I roll over check my phone and it’s 8:45
And I don’t gotta work so I gotta get high
Rub my eyes hit the guys like you good to slide by
Roll from
the nights are better with an air supply
I been rollin' 'round the bend since I don't know when
I think I'm finally 'bout to start seein' dividends
I got some
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
hypnotized by the motion of the pendulum swing
It's not enough to believe it, you gotta live it and teach it
The worst crime you can commit is keeping
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
My motto is "live by the bottle"
So why is my supply low?
Bring in a truckload with a high-low
Stay grounded but I still reach for the sky though
Father God
Guide me through this life
Let me live
For another day
Please show me the way
Don’t let me lead astray
In my room
I’m consumed
By
to the ocean
Smokin' Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin'
Who can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl
But I
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't,
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