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Yo hago Reggaetón y Trap pero star soy de Rock (el Dizzy Boy ma')
Ey, mi gatita, me perdiste
Pero ahora solo ere' una de la lista
Te confiaste
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
had
Thank God I ain't have to sit in that cell
Had to fire my first lawyer
You know how hard I fought?
Y'all praise the nigga that do the time
Now who you know leave the scene
Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a mess you dissect
as my mind excites the wind
Like spirits of ill concensions, time will clash
On ya cipher, lyric concealed behind whirlwind fire
Or flood, draw blood
on it
I gotta paint the picture
Now they see it vivid
Exceed the visit just to be explicit
Night'll show what that ass'll do
Man the party came
When we
hit it on a angle her eyes twinkle
My wrist do the dang yo what you know about hustling
No money in ya pocket so you start fussing steal shit
Just
(uh, uh, uh)
Like a man who prayed for all his fans (yo)
I'm just tryna relax and get a summer tan
Like what? Bitch you have time, get up
Fuck this shit,
Hit My Mans
I just hit my mans, he hit me with the plans; he said jermz you're worth some grands, money in my hands, I just do it for my fans.
on the boulevard travelin' smokin' and drinkin'
Here go yo tokin' you can blow and get hope for the weekend
By the time it's ova' you'll be sober while we be
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
I don't give a fuck about what anyone thinks
I'm just tearin' up the game like I do every week
SevenDayz SevenWayz is what I preach when I speak
You have four saved messages
Saved message
Hi baby
I'm on my way home
I gotta stop by a store and pick up some French Bread and some Whiskey
Uhhh, I
street fighter and yo yos
Let's take it way back
Let's take it way back
Back then
I remember when
Let's take it way back
Let's take it way back
Back then
I
betcha ain't met another one yet
Who do it like this
It's on, put yo hands in the air
We got you in the zone, get yo hands in the air
If it's on, put
got killed off, yeah this the new season
That man got a big nose
Rat man by the window, just jump, do it
Bitch are you jealous that we all in Paris?
Civilians complaining
How many opp boys been splashed up, baptized
Tryna make a Niner see Satan, yo
Burst it, burst it, do it and
Pull up, jump out, slide
gonna do
Hardcore yo I could never be soft
Askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off
Fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme
Suckaz stayin' with
the place to be and about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince in the house
We about to get busy old school style
Yo Jazzy
the whip in motion
No license i'm swerving through
I got a blonde on me she flirting
Yo barbie what ya want to do
Want to do , Want to do
My bro got green
Soul Assassins
The Alchemist suckers are hidin
Yo turn the power on, insert the disk
Tonight you ain't the joint if
You ain't Muggs or Alchemist
Most
didn't do this
Yo, yo, what you, why?
Who messed up that last line?
You? Was it you? Was it you?
It was me
Misery (why)
MiseReid
Don't be shy, boy
that funky music white boy Let's do it
VIP. Vanilla Ice yep, yep, I'm comin' hard like a rhino
Intoxicating so you stagger like a wino
can you do?
The playable unstopable ICP
Boy you can't fade me
Your game is too tuff is what you say
ICP stands for I Can Play
Any game set up by a barn
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