Lyrics:
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me
Tento album, celý tuto vec
By som chcel venovať ľudom
Ktorých vyjadrenia vidím, vnímam
A snažia sa vsugerovať sami sebe
Mne a všetkým okolo že už
the Wisp
And this is The Last Light Radio
Your last beacon of truth and defiance
I've always started my shows by saying that: All ships lost in
From the Album:
* Face it
The first time I laid my eyes on you
You happened to glance the other way
But by the look of your lazy smile
I knew I had
on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez
motherfuckin' Real G's
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*
Yo Dre, what's
dick
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
day by day
Hopin that the Lord can, pave my way
Have I been forgotten, have I forsaken
Or maybe I'm just wrong with the moves that I've
The Intergalactic Laxative
Words & Music by: Donovan Leitch - 1973
Performed by: Donovan
Album: Cosmic Wheels - 1973
I was impressed like everyone,
you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house, there's
use
Take me by the hand while
We do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
Cause what if I never love again?
I don't need your honesty
It's already in
into
Yeah I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm tryin' to give us us free like Sinke
I can't stop,
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
to siedzi
Nie patrz co mówią inni nie rodzina jak sąsiedzi
Nie znasz to nie dopytuj nie Twoje to nie dotykaj
I nowina zapowiada się znów kozacka płyta
Album
jsem Jaromír Soukup, když se zfouknu
K snídani jsem si udělal rezeň doma v toustru
Teď vyrážím řešit byznys do města, mám spoustu
Schůzek s lidma, co by
by chciał
Nie każdy by mógł
Idę pod prąd
Bo las rąk kieruje mnie właśnie tam
Wokół mam świat
Który stworzyłem se kur* tutaj sam
Lecę pod wiatr
Jebać
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
Homicidal, vinyl section, where they always found me
By the motion picture soundtrack with Richard Roundtree on the album sleeve
That's my era shit
Musical
baby (nasty)
Oh, the cooties (it's the movie, oh, no)
They comin' to get me, runnin' (runnin')
Touched by the unloyal
Trust, I had to shower for
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
I'm still caught in the wheel
Luxury car livin', I'm island hoppin', the album's droppin'
D'ussé, champagne and Henny gallons poppin'
Processin'
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