Lyrics:
that it is some ol' real niggaz
Chorus: Cee-Lo (repeat 2X)
Whether you slang 'caine, or you gang-bang
or work a nine to five, just tryin
real fast
First time
Nah I'm just kidding wit y'all
How y'all feelin', listen to the album 'cause it's bangin'
We have only thirty-five
Veulent un coup de snip'
On a une longueur d'avance allez goodbye
Sobre, sobre
Simple, simple
On t'emméne dans notre monde alez grimpe
9.5 tu sais
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
Simple emotion for the human animal we
Confronted something overwhelming the
Imminent threat
Of death in the form of wars, plagues
And natural
Disasters
Willie in that Hummer
Keep it simple stupid means numbers
Payola dough white owned black radio
Runnin' on empty help go the desperado
So I bomb
I'm givin' it to you old school style, no album cover gimmicks,
No intros, no shout outs, nothin' but straight lyrics,
If you in your car buckle
(featuring Rhymefest)
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Two steps from the border line
Anything closer will kiss the nine
Think I'm out the game? You out
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
waiting on the album
I shoulda got five mic's in the Source
Instead I got five bricks and a Porsche
They say I ain't lyrical
I wasn't tryna impress
waiting on the album
I shoulda got five mic's in the Source
Instead I got five bricks and a Porsche
They say I ain't lyrical
I wasn't tryna impress
Yeah! Another funky song for your mind in the nine-two
And the nine-three, P-Dog in the motherfuckin' house!
Bout to get it started
Bout to get it
invented mines
Yeah, new chores, got some bread in mind
I want the new Rollie, but the simple kind
Oh, you wanna fight me? You can get in line
The way I
my mind right
And I'm stacking again
Can't believe this is
The life that I live
Death ol' mate oh
Stealer of soulmates
If I had a death note
I'd write
an ol' dive bar
Smellin' a bloom on a spring hill side
I can't stand not being up front
I like a jukebox that plays the old ones
I just love simple things
All I ask for the truth and the loot
Provide what's on the rider
Give me gas for the coupe
The dash sixty-five
The sound so alive
The loud in
All I ask for the truth and the loot
Provide what's on the rider
Give me gas for the coupe
The dash sixty-five
The sound so alive
The loud in
light, you'll see
These niggas in the dark baby I just shine
I do it from the heart homie, they just rhyme
Check your watch, nigga it's my time
Mind made
light, you'll see
These niggas in the dark baby I just shine
I do it from the heart homie, they just rhyme
Check your watch, nigga it's my time
Mind made
as fakes,
For those who stuck by me over time I put yours over mine,
Don't have to speak your names you know my mind,
In this simple game of respect it's
encore la force pour chaque jour
J'espère m'acquitter de mes 5 prières
Car j'suis fais pour
Que dieu nous guide dans ce monde
Qu'il éclaire nos cœurs de
quiker then a {O.G.}
Ferrari and Charli and Jody move like a {O.G.}
Ol' Wizzy and Ronnie is gettin money like a {O.G.}
V-I-T-A and PJ's a {O.G.}
All
to the industry
Let these niggas know how I really feel
I hope there's enough
Ink in this motherfucker
Make sure I got enough v.s.o.p.
Make sure I got enough reefer
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