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[I'm wit' it. Yo Dave, let's show 'em some old school]
It makes no sense just standin' around,
Come on everybody, let's all...[Hang out]
Yeah,
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
His heart just wanted to go home but his mind was owned
He found a lovely little girl from around the block
Another sacrifice to break this fucking
railroad tracks
Oh, them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks
Them good old notorious so well known tracks
So, let's go back
Follow the yellow
globetrottin'
A nigga blow a little paper when it's time to move
Fuck old money, for the new money
No tellin' what a real nigga gon' do
I do what the fuck I want
she’s biting the head
Chillin’ in a sauna gettin sweaty wit a yung hoe
She and a machete go gung ho on my bunghole
She’s goin’ down like Old Yeller
She’s
them bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
block
Tried to shed some light
On controlled thought
And tripped off the soap box
Kicked rocks down a desolate road
While old scratch sold 'em dreams
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
But the old man strongly clung to the wall
Because he was afraid to get out and to fall.
So the spirit touched his heart with its hand.
It took him by
exclaim
What's going on
While I sit from a distance and jot it down in song
A revolution, a resurrection
A new history
Old Rhymes
Old Style
Same letters
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
Hood rat, crack whore
Carefree, nightclub
Closet drunk, bathtub
Outcast, weirdo
Stepchild, freak show
Black girl, bad hair
Broad nose, cold stare
Tap
blinded to girls' eyes
Fate's hands have holes, we hold hope by the collar
Color red the closed eyes shut tight on the dollar
Wills rock-heads to sleep,
to home and a light
Where I can grab my running shoes out of the zone of the mice
Homies sit me down real close and say I show lots of might
In the face
to the average guy
But when you got a girl at home you got to let it pass you by
So I try to play the sidelines
Watch what they pull, but on a bus full of women,
Leaving in the morning, the sound of rooster crow
Gotta get to moving, 400 miles ago
No point in wasting daylight, must be moving on
There's a girl
for a sec
Adventuring into the already known
Roads leads to nowhere, familiar homes
Slashing the zombies like old Takeo
Back to the days of Kino Der
that steel
Now can I get up in it from behind shorty, show you what I'm workin' with
Come on, let me take you to the penthouse suite
Pull out some old
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