Lyrics:
calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me
But I'm just riding dog, doing a buck fifty
Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and Jet Ski's
Thirty
to me, it seems completely absurd
To say, Santa Claus doesn't exist
Because, obviously, Santa Claus exists
There are Santa Clauses
Everywhere At Christmas
I gave your single a fast listen
Tell me this, no pot to piss in? How you dissin'
You group holmes are about to report that you missing
And I don't
at
Where parents are embarrassed to tell you they raise they kids at
You'll need some half and half over 8 bar you can get that
Fuck with Little Rodney
(Verse)
Since the beginning I've been raw..
Ready for lift off..
Don't try me..
Ahead of my time but..
The fans got me feelin' like Wu tang in
Been givin' y'all the business (yeah), D.R.E and me (yup)
From the MMLP to MTBMB (bitch)
Bitch, it's 2020, you still ain't seein' me (haha)
So call me
And days (and weeks) and months (go by)
And years (and decades) and we still so fly
(While the others are just fly by night)
And not tight (we keep
was distracted by noise. Something was pushing thru the strangling brush at the edge of tall shady trees. He saw the old guitar first, held high, then
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
Vinia will make you holler
As you stand at attention, did I forget to mention?
Mcs will give me twenty if I sense that they act funny
Lyrics are
spirits and such
Unbelievably powerful and just fearless enough
I am idolized by Espers, mocked by skeptic adults
Call me a phony and fraud all you want,
alone in the fields of death!
Ask me:
"Why are you so mad and so miserable again?
Save it all inside, are you weak or insane?"
I've tried different types
to sell crack to put clothes your back
Look don't stereo type me because I'm from the ghetto
I ain't buss no guns or drive by's so just settle
Shit what
bumpin, see me from Roadawgs, always into somethin
like NWA, Hoo-Bangin, the are-E-see-I-P-E, yeah
We fades em all, like Jamal
It's Westside Connect
of doom
Once I’m stunned
Taking everybody out one by one
This is the outcome, of the whole album
I’m am so proud I’m done, I’m done
One more time as we all
Do you think you are worth my time
You know the shit has value
Tell me how I spend it
Do you think you are worth my time
Serotonin by the hour
Tell
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
lyrical man you can't hold me back
From the red, the white, and also the black
Island, which is my land, my place of birth
You can tell by the tongue
I'd rather fail than live by your tasks
Cause when I'm on my own I get farther than where they put me at
You're just angry cause these are the facts,
away in July 2018.
‘You move me like music.’
Album design by Marloes van Asselt
Desktop publishing by Mediadub
Front cover illustration by Mencia
answer is said, the nigga fled
I pump lead, now he's in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, you're shit out of luck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin'
young men reject the traditional values
That are important to their parents.
Church, school and family
Have been replaced by street, turf,
complain
I'm di boilerman, yuh don't stop call mi name
I'm like the blood circulatin' by vein
If feel Shabba, yuh just holler out me name
Let my caresses
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