Lyrics:
another baby cuz sex I aint practicin
Glocky glock squeezey squeeze by this bein fake is B n U is just your misconception of perception if you're seein me
This grace that you gave me
It's amazing, it's amazing
This grace that you gave me
Evictions and poverty life depictions
Right outside Detroit and our
frown
Does Detroit produce nothing now?
Go and make a blanket weather statement
Forge ahead it's easier to prove
That cigarettes are good for you
speed, got a pocket full of cash
I won't listen to a thing
Got it all figured out, chasin' money
Fuck a dream (yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' bitches by the twos
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
The new jack swing's in effect and I'm rappin
I want to talk to your eardrums straight up
And give your mind a little time to wake up
Who says we have
cried "My God
My partner has been killed"
I propped him by an ol' jack pine
And swore a solemn vow
"Lookout Henry Walker
It's you and me right now"
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
(M-M-M-Murda)
I had a Benz when you had a bike
Uh, all this cocaine got me actin' white
You could ask Jada Pinkett, nigga, I'm a legend
You
your eyes.
As we sit by the wall
In your room in Brenson hall (tonight)
You can tell in this light
They're just all bricks painted white (tonight)
of sippin', niggas ain't no different
It's easy pimpin' if you see us in it
Four Jeeps get (???????)
It's gold and white labels, no brads at this table
motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal,
You so selfish
I don't really care what the say about me
'Symptoms of Insanity' no 'Therapy' [3x]
H-you-S-T-L-E-are, Hustla
Up in Detroit, yeah we
was a boy in the hood before the movie, yeah
Call me nigga, bigot, and a spook
But you the one that voted for Duke, motherfucker
White man is
of a all white Wraith
With the inside interior seat
Color of hot gravy have it lookin' like a
Dinner when I'm drivin'
My grip like my dick
It get bigger when
selling nickels
White boys keep the ice Popsicles
Flip the work, like a acrobat, doing jumping jacks
J's sniff the work off the plate, had a heart attack
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
wanna write
Reminisce when I had the morning appetite
Apple Jacks and after that I hit the TV Guide
Animaniac the only thing that gave
Me peace of mind
muhfucking house
Eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell 'em what the doormat
"You out there? Louder!
Well clap your hands to what he's doing
On tempo Jack"
NYC gave you the ball, so how you gonna hate us?
We creators
Chorus: Detroit Diamond]
If you ain't got no dough
Then what you here for?
If you ain't got no hos
Then what you here for?
If you ain't got no
gettin' milky money, you can keep the Apple Jacks
Stop playin', you know I'm gettin' to that low (stop playin' with me, nigga)
Two new Virgil colorways,
fills with black stone
Heart been attacked hard to unpack
I should have known the red flag
Far away (There is red flag)
Enough with white lie (There is
troublin’ my soul
I keep on waitin for a miracle, and prayin, I keep on prayin
For Rosarita snow...
Credits: All songs written by Ian S. McCaskie/John Jack
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