Lyrics:
demand most
Funky as parliament, smooth as Luther Vandross
I wouldn't present myself to you as somethin' that sound nervous
You want it to be live, so
side in your arms safe and sound
I am away you and away from home a life I hate the most
Wishing that I was there with you and home on the east coast
the Toreador's theme
Alarmed by the sound
The bull paws the ground
As the Toreador enters the ring
Up and down, round and round
On and on, all alone
side of Barn(?)
All the weak sounds can't come it
We sing, Oh Lord Mr. Kardinal style nice times twice
Red-1 on the mic device mice times two
Original
with a crew, come a equipped, like a body kit, lyrically Bob Burnquist, so one foot is in tha style,
Through his tongue like a stalefish, this kid named
with a crew, come a equipped, like a body kit, lyrically Bob Burnquist, so one foot is in tha style,
Through his tongue like a stalefish, this kid named
κράνος
Όσο και αν ξέρω την αλήθεια κατά βάθος
Τους ψαρεύω για να δω αν τα λένε λάθος
Τώρα ξέρουν το vibe
Good night from the east side
To the fucking west
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
Midnight 13 (demo)
(Hook)
Midnight 13, in the dark just like every night
If I want to tell the story, better tell it right yea
Rockstar, east side
of breath
I know you see us run around I hope that I make you proud
From west side over to my east side town
Gold, God over loss and death
I won't ever stop
So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from Miami where your record got no heat
Thats my East Side bitch
Thats my
Thats my East Side bitch
She don't even smoke she just roll it and she light it
She poe'n while I'm drivin'
She do
the East Side all grown up
Places I played in nigga all sewn up
I'm chasin' that dream 'till I'm at the Garden
On a thousand foot screen in red monkey
fly nigga from the East side, the D-E-C-L-A
Then we really get your paper up around this mother fucker
You dig
Devin Malek, You dumb
You know what
Yo!
Big up gangsters all over
Huh!
Whether North, South, East, or West
Huh!
Big them up they are the best, Huh!
Bullet to your face and not yuh
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
on the east side that left me traumatized
My stories authentic, you gotta honor mine
It's slaughter time, that's word to Myers and Voorhees
I been grindin'
a minute, an' see I gets the bomb tree.
Beats by the Pound shit, it sound sick, rolex, and baguettes all.
I take this out the ghetto an' live up on top.
for Shawna and Jaleek
In the beginnin no one was on Jins side folks
Bar and Amory whoa bundy that's a inside joke
Before bullshit friendships synthetic
scuba dive
I'm close to tweaking out
Bad bitch by my side and a nine what I can't sleep without
Dick been in her spine she say she can't go a week
my shit
We got new plans
Money in cash yh that's money in hand
Will you be by my side when i'm stacking by bands
Yh he dishing out sweets like supply
as you're by my side
Let's get away, getaway
What do you say
Let's get away
Now don't you worry, 'bout how things might unfold
It won't be complicated, we'll
Ooooooooooooo....killa [x2]
If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride
Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side
But when
gotta hide that girl from the east side, yeah
Let your Tennessee come out
Tell me all about the way you were raised up
That crazy country family you
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