Lyrics:
Yo, I'm smoother than the Isley Brothers
When I'm on the scene I get feedback
Brothers runnin up, wassup, where you be at?
I be by myself just coolin
we break hearts
And crack rib praps, take trips far
Shop at the gap, ten by the rap gods
Shoot the git, so I blessed it with some weed, bacon, eggs
into the mausoleum
Of memories forgotten
We have grasped at the cosmic puzzle laid before us
Impatient newborns surrounded by dignified giants
The scope
by a bit or two I admit a fool I act
often can I nope and let it slip into my raps
like my dick into the crack of freakin females
break em off like Lee
the cracks of doom roll by
Steer the course that pallas walks don't let the violence fall
Under the spell of darkness or light
We are proven now fortune
my foes, we run violent thrusts
Excuse me for my crime but in God I trust
Bossalinie uneffected by the eyes of even
Cause I'm military minded
to kill in his
Name once again baby's blood spills on to the tile
Cracks in your smile cameras on but your guest suspects
Can't respond to
Your
like a rough neck man witha tough deck spittin game by the pound like what's next I can think of better things but in my brain its like a colluseam tiga
[DJ Crack-Out talking]
1, 2, 3, ready?, sing
[Big Heavy singing]
I love weed, you love weed, its the best without the seeds
Home grown fine,
chickenheads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em
Fuckin me in the Benz
Grandpa had a piano it was built in 1904
He brought it down from Sydney town before the First World War
He'd sit down and crack his knuckles put his
Nachdem die getönten scheiben runtergehen
Hol' ich die scheiben runter vom laden
Drive-by aus dem schwarzen jeep
Welcher Hurensohn will mit den Kurden
Our love has come so far, but not at all.
I remember the start you can't recall.
By the time it was right, you didn't want to fall.
If it's over,
crack and macks, fly clubs, no love and cocaine raps
Spendin' ways incredible, money untraceable
Tiga's start to jack when the dope ain't available
Baby
Originally performed by Genesis
Holy Mother of God
You've got to go faster than that to get to the top.
Dirtly old mountain
All covered in smoke,
at the biggest crack spots
Raised around killers so eventually I popped shots
(Make em feel your real) Niggaz stop playin on the real
Fuck around you get your
and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music, Rebel Music's on my side always (it's what I keep by my side)
Live in the ghetto,
and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music, Rebel Music's on my side always (it's what I keep by my side)
Live in the ghetto,
Demonic laughter your cremation
Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood
A sudden crack as I crushed your skull
The remind of your life
You need a hike?
Psyque, a lil' walk
Will make you feel aight, right?
Burn some calories
Out by every mile
Yo peace
I'm outtie five thou
With a coke
around and blow your own heads off
'cause bitch I'll keep comin' like I'm nike's in sweat shops
I ride this track till the wheels crack motherfuck a rest
it and set it
I'll be the man that giving it to you
All night gal know by the gate men a fight
Hey!
Won't you yank on some of this Cali?
Sip
wall
Evening is slime
What a waste of time
And although you still get by
Searching for the things
That make you come alive
It goes down to this
they'll get even
Odds are beyond y'all, achievin peaceful means of seekin deacons
Ain't no way out, they 'bout beat, by any means
Ain't necessary but they
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