Lyrics:
the shells
Bodies are smackin' the mud, bustas are constantly donating blood
I pull the sawed off out my coat pump it twice and watch it tear up your hood n'
Russian gauge
Weeks turn into months
And the enthusiasm wanes
Sacrifices in seas of mud, and still you don't know why
All their lives are just a puff
We be in the car in the night time ya
She be in the passenger seat by my side
Feeling all alone in the night time ya
The only way I really can escape
for this~~~Just one sip~~~Then you fell off the passenger list~~~And I wonder~~~where in the world are you now?~~~Washed in by the tide, on an island
sign is
Gemini, but only one I
Look at the name
Bars like that are hard to come by
They coming up with bars as I write what I live
I really mean it when
are jealous
Sometime later you’ll find yourself arrested
And It’ll make you question your work ethic
You’re gonna fall from a 3 story rooftop
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children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
Both my feet have fallen asleep
Head to the dash in the passenger's seat
I've been struck by your words like a train
Hit with the way you left like
me endangering
never knew it too busy sharp shooting
little fishes don't get caught by this harpoon bitch
it�s just music meet my instruments
OG say
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah!
On the wheels
full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
[Chorus]
Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
go a whizzing by,
Fare thee well Laramie and Rocky Mountain High,
Yes sirree, here we are, going all the way, mustn't quit 'til we hit California.
Drivin' down the motherfuckin' highway
The flyway hey bitch you goin' my way?
Now I got a passenger
I look at the miniskirt now I'm askin' her
of old black men
Of graveyards full of rusted automobiles
Good mornin' America how are you say don't ya know me I'm your native son
I'm a train they
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
em what a classic is
Freedom riders need passengers
And your lyrics use scriptures and passages
To make them rise like Lazarus
And resurrected
Yeah, nigga
I'm still fuckin' with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
'99, nigga, guess who's back
Still, still doin' that
Under midnight lights
You are my best sight
But I can't deny
All I can say is "why"
I said I won't cry
I knew this day'd fly by
And now we're going so
They don't know how lucky they are
They could have run into that tree
Got struck by a bolt of lightning
And raped by a minority
It was a four way
against the window
What happened to the tunes then
On a highway
I know they are not moving
Moved by conversation
I'll pretend I know what they say
From the first time I saw you, you were looking hot
You were strung up in your coup, in your topless drop
I see bags on the passenger side, I see
And not that I think it's a terrible album
Some of my favorite songs are on this album
The issue with this album is
As many people in the past have
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