Lyrics:
the fuck up nigga (for real)
I'm at the top I'm the head of the mods
She make a ticket like "baby what's wrong?"
Daddy's lil' kitten gift nitro then block
to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock
Well, so far you've heard
body's so wet and its lookin so good, climb up on daddy in the mornin' and ride his mornin' wood!
I don't think you know what you do to me, ya bring me
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
a village to raise 'em
We don't do it all by ourselves
I know my smile can be upstagin'
On the stage, I provide like a daddy
And a mother, mother, I give
be me
I just wanna have a choice, have a voice, make noise for the things I believe
I just wanna feel love. I just wanna have fun,
I just wanna sing my
gbiyanju Daddy mi gan deti try
Toti n gbowo Lapo fun mi ti to thirty times
To ba jepe ooto nipe offering time issa blessing time
Ati n san offering suffering
Voices To Be Heard
By Omar Oliver
I know it's cold up in the winter with shivers deliver summer heat
Dinner with the fam
I sit down there proud
the _Homiez_
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin
You in the mood for some Sexual Healing
like magic
Girl I miss you don't I do
Girl I miss you don't I do
Girl I wanna see you
Girl I wanna see you
You like my voice?(Ughh)
You like my
the scope
Even though is daddy's voice your hearing this is from us both
It's taking me back how I can see the growth
Maybe perhaps one day you'll really know
co-defendant, so she got locked up with him
He got snitched on by his own sister, she the eyewitness
Now every time I see my blood cousins, I don't even feel
to love this place,
They even got red clay,
Okay, hit a different,
Strip club everyday,
And I don't make it rain,
It's a hurricane on the way,
And I
keep you near, right here
Always by my side
Now the second verse go to Aubrey
You my first daughter
Sorry I couldn't make it in time
cross the border
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, come on out
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, Come
Having these visions, I make it to the top And I'm having some fun, I'm jumping in crowds
Running from my problems
I don't need you by my side, I love you
the rips in 'em
Gen 5 Glocks, extended clips
Shit'll get ignant
"Rio, why your pop look like that?"
It's a six in it don't be steppin' 'round my
Kitchen by
cool
At times it's a tool to keep all the fools away
Making my blessing delay, wasting my time in vein
But listen, am still blessed by God
It don't
now
But it'll all make sense
The second thing is you a black male
So you're a target
But don't let no one box you in
We survived through the torment
must do it for us
Well if they could make this music more funky
Let me see if I can get my voice like those rappers
Here we go
Well, if you're
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body
the _Homiez_
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin
You in the mood for some Sexual Healing
bitch don't lie
You knew your baby-daddy was fixing to come by
And you invited me in
Now look at the shape I'm in
My palms are sweaty
My muscles was tense
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