Lyrics:
Real G's move in silence like gnocchi
Made an Asian bitch cream like mochi
She wanna eat oysters by the ocean
If I ain't drinking champagne then I'm
beat my bodies by like three by four
Most times them hotties be some thotties tryna play me like a DVD
I call em out like BBD
OH NOW YOU KNOW
If shawty
I'm Chicago like some harolds
I will borrow from the burrows, show tomorrow to the world
Place the urban and the rural, make the wall into a Mural
Head shot case close
You know how it go (Uh Huh)
Mr. keep it timing all day
you know the role (Uh Huh)
I ain’t playing these games (Cause?)
N****s
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
of urban planning, and suitable design for
That exquisitely modern day and age. The locals would
Say the stained glass pieces were as huge as the world
a price
Kiss my momma on the cheek cause her love was deep
Like Keith Sweat but the deeper the streets get
The deeper the beef get
Enough fatal
K-H-J Los Angeles!
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decay feeds the earth
Organism
Components of life unfold as grass
Grows
Seperating land creating new landscapes
For us to go
Blessed was the day
man
Talk that shit go walk on a hike man
Talk that shit get slept by the gang
Big Exl now remember the name
Got that fire ima take it and aim
Lyrical
I let a lot of homies slide
Only got a few left by my side
Never liked feuding with my guys
But I know that we gon be alright (Yeah, yeah)
A few
Last Day Of Spring
written by: keith johnston
Blind lines defined
Blurred edges erased
The last day of spring
Is summer's yesterday
Clearly we are
Back in the day way back when
Running crazy with my old friends
How I wish I could go back again
To those warm summer nights around the watering hole
fast
No matter how much Frank's lead foot weighed
We couldn't go fast enough on this certain day
It was supernatural, this old rusty truck, kept
Jacksons Harbour
Lyrics & Music - Keith Riley
Walking down by Jacksons Harbour , the sea and sand between my feet
ct night we'd sit and watch
the days were bright
Novocain can fill my veins I still feel nothing it's alright
Oh my, Lord
Lord, Lord
Oh my, Lord
Horns and halos for you fakos
Who can't
no more hanging by the weepy willows
No more poppin' pimples
Or playin' with pitbulls
I can't sleep in my pillows
As days pass I still know
If I don't
Follow me as I descend into madness
With gladness,
For years I've been surrounded by this badness
No time to waste
Its high time I escaped out
or bathed in like six days
King Leonidas at his finest, no witness so who assaulted you?
Talk to God, go to war, think, consult with the oracle
Kevin
draws (awwl...bitch)
I said biznite uh uh uh uh that's my shit
All the chicks know I rap about my dick, on the saturday night
[Turk]
I go by the name lil
thang
Go 'head do your thang, yea, do your thang, do your thang, yea, do your thang
Go 'head do some'n strange for some change, baby
By the end
so long ago, back up in them old days (woah)
Way too many fallen soldiers
Shoutout Keith with cold ass shoulders (woah)
'Member when this life was easy
the cake come I'll be on one
Hit the bright lights it's on son
Gotta get this doe to blow cake time
Pick up this mic and spit fresh rhymes
B ball urban music
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