Lyrics:
timepiece will make it all right
Sing songs of the mountains, Cowboy's Delight
By Bob Carpenter and David Holster
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
shit
Or is this it? Just a bunch of misfit's
For what it's worth, here's my two p
I think the worlds perfect, life is brilliant
The only thing wrong, is
dreadlocks got wet
ch man a listen truly and truly and true true
Wet dreadlocks
Ha ha
Rastaman don't laff pls come over and help me squeeze it
Jah
By
expertism in combat,
I'll expose that your not real like the "Blair Witch Project"
As far as that album you dropped, I ain't feelin it
I wouldn't buy your
You might see me stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I'm catching glaucoma.
See me on the corner, looking for
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
that he nice
I don’t get it tho
Taking all this shit on my vibe
Maybe I’m spiritual
Nigga dropped a album I’m tired
Fuck it I’m finna blow
Duck duck
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By
mothers
And black mothers need sons
Not children that's been killed by guns
It's, just another form of slavery, a modern day lynchin'
The others get
we be doin' to it
Now take this big red and pour about a 2 into it
I did 2's and 8's, what the fuck is you trippin' on?
He said man that's
smashing, make it jump like everlasting
God body Ramadan, thirty day fasting
Six two brown skin fellow with the Caesar fade
360 waves, side burns with
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you
probably drink, dawg, 'cause that's what we be doin' to it
Now take this Big Red and pour about a 2 into it
I did 2's and 8's, what the fuck is you trippin'
dive up in your pussy smoking on forbidden fruit like
When she comes its party
Clothes off her body
Only raw papers but she love them bob marley's
Dusse'
just for bringing my name up
Been rockin' longer than niggas twice my age
Back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade
Before Honest Abe signed
the Oracle 2 like mace about to take place and do s*** you never did album about the drops supper time baby Zatarain's trying to multiply my followers cuz I
Bob Marley's band
This nigga bust out the
Bathroom pistol in hand
He was yelling, screaming, shooting
And missing it was like that first scene
In that
rude kid
Listening to acoustic shit, I related cause the levels were emotional
Two big spliffs in my ashtray
They can't be the devil cause Bob Marley's
and you choke
When I'm near pull up a chair let me
Explain how I maintain the youthful glow
For you that don't know it's called H2O
So stop asking when I
when the softies try to act all gnarly
I laugh at they ass while blasting Bob Marley
I feel up on the cash that I be Keeping on Me
And I don't think
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