Lyrics:
to see my moms
my mom started trippin' 'bout my stinkin' ass bombs
Stopped at the gas station, get it pumped by the bums
See some niggas that ain't like
crashing always two by two.
I don't wanna work in a building downtown,
I don't wanna see the planes hit the ground.
I don't wanna work in a building
like a fucking rap star
Watching from my porch you thought it was a fucking film
One day he buy the car, next day the fucking rims
Curly-headed
schools
Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the heart and went by the set
I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"
Kickin
troubles kept me grounded
While yall was trying to make it rain I was trying to drown it
And dumbfounded by the standard which can peel the very fabric
having Hispanics
Are cross-contaminated by Sephardi Jews the
Vermin share a Y-chromosome Haplogroup
Called Haplogroup G2b-M377
Scientific xenophobia will
half empty. You might be in your dad's car by now, your bags and things piled high in the trunk. The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
scene:
One small young man standing by the rail,
And in the lane itself, parked straight across
As if it could stop anything, a large young
Man upon
trouble
But I'm a clever guy I knew what to do
I went on down by the station early in the morning
I was wooing women as cute as they could be
But then
It's just me and my bubble now
Gotta keep the door locked, keep the trouble out
Cause it's cold in this motherfucker
And I don't think that I'm
is Hip and Hop
So I grin, pretend I don't know 'em for shit
I ask, "Ay homie, why they call you Hip?"
He says - [imitating 2Pac] "I'm hip-notic,
of destruction
Hellbent on a mountain of trouble and strife
Oh you had it all
And you burnt it up real good
You never learn your lesson
But by now you really
two crocs fi go step cross wet up the liitle ends them a ends off yea kill and forget a way the next task fast car fi drive by ina s class me killas
Cotton candy stuck in the sky like clouds
Accomplished by over two hundred people standing around
Blowing them into the air at the same time
I
that bih to give me henny so I could get this shit started
By any means just keep the car running
Getaway we getting out
She a pretty bitch with pretty
Niggas hate so you know it's poles all in the car.
Get pulled over, officer say somebody gotta take the charge. My brother told me if he sit down,
I
to chill)
Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life
(It's 2Pac, the king)
What do you know about Pac's life?
What do you know? What do you know? (yeah)
(Only
Live in the City of Gloucester
From you have Intellect or you just sub par
You could ah travel by train
Or in ah one car
One ting me want you fi know yah
come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
We rounded 'em up and put 'em on the cars,
And that was the last of the old Two Bars.
trouble always finds me
Look for better days
But it keeps coming back for me
I used to stand on the block
With french braids different bank rolls
Same
pretty low
But them niggas ishomos like the maxwell video
I got 2 albums and 2 cars
Now bitches on my dick cause of chico debarge
Thugged out's 1st lady
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
We going to Cuba wit' this one
Yea, I been rehabilitated, rejuvenated
And most important relocated
So now, with no further to do
[Chorus: x2
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