Lyrics:
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
really that simple shit get harder by the week
I’m keeping at it coz I wanna see me eat, dawg.
Cop me a new crib, dawg.
Get my momma rich , dawg.
She ain’t
send for me
Push them outta my memories
But I guess they all coming back to me, back to me
Ughh
Wait what was I doing again
Uhh
Oh right right
Album
by now, I hope the drugs ain't bagging me! (Right!)
Cruising round my city, I get stupid gas no empty!
Who really with me, I get fake love and thats
switching sides
I know some boys that'll stand by their side if they called me nigga and they're white
Niggas talked shit about me in the toilet, mother
to many help when you grind
Er-thing to lose how we coming
Back against the wall ain’t no running
Fighting by myself taught me something
Same one got
prefiero sacar un álbum que sé que todo el mundo va a escuchar
csí que, darme un poco de tiempo, que el reconocimiento va a llegar
Empecé con esto,
she a fan
Catch me if you can, it's the gingerbread man
You already know by the album, see the movie, read the book
It's God Level
Billy Goat
It's J.
the album cover, Heart went cold, I got it stitched
Like between me and you, I don't know what else to do
This my second mixtape, I hope they tune into my
be addicted to sex (yeah)
And he claimin' album of the year (ha)
And his album be soundin' like me (okay)
All my children be soundin' like me (huh)
job
Yeah dog
And homie told me for the DJ
Every record on the album
Getting spins like its on replay
Ladies ride em camel back
I just wanna holla back
a member of the hopeless
See ya black like me
So you snap like me
When these devils try to plot
Trap our young black seeds
Look it
Cops are just
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
from chillin'
Cause rappers harassin' me, illin'
They rich, infatuated by just casually livin'
The bitch could have a threesome with 'em
So now they
missing, right from wrong
Respect game, young nigga, tell them haters so long
You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means
Take the blow, break it down,
I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
I'll call you bitch for short
As a last resort, and my first resort
You call me
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
Artist/Band Jaheim
Song title Could It Be?
Album
Submitted by Terronald
Lyrics Huh, uh yeah
Bout to put it to 'em
With some ghetto slick shit, heh
that they're by your side
I hope you know you are we
I just thank you so much, um, for listening to this album
And just thank you for giving your
asks me for a verse again, it'll be my hardest one yet
Then I was out in Accra
Media run for my album, it's turnin' into a mess
If you turned in you
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just twiddling my thumbs
Jakes try question me about a headshot bro
I was sitting in the sun
I was
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