Lyrics:
This for all the times I forget to you I love you
When you looking for it
I wrote this for my first born
James Avery the place I bought you your
Forget about the beauty of our nation
Forget about the damage done by
Asking a neighbor to pray
Forget about the price of a barrel of beer
Forget about
girl, Coca-Cola grin, honeysuckle skin
Born beneath the ready sign of a strawberry moon
Small town girl shows up for her friends, crazy about The Bends
the rare ould times
Well we name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be
Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be
By trade I was
the rare ould times
Well we name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be
Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be
By trade I was
in a whirlwind now
Flying back from Virginia
Girl
My heart was torn
One thing that held me together was J’s verse on that song
A star is born
Cuz I was
of this metropolis
When this town comes down i wish, I wish
My first degree emergency
Is kettled by your cavalry i wish, I wish
The cash machine queens
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
the T.I.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
Slim Thug bout to clown represent H-town
If
an Obama nation
This was destined
Always wanted this shit
See I was born for this shit
Never doubted my talents but I was surrounded
By dumb fucks who hated
money
When you're potless in the first place
What hocus pocus you may try
Can't get a gig to see me through
There are no gigs on ghost town avenue
Trees
First you put three up, then you put two up
First you put three up, then you put two up
First you put three up, then you put two up
And yell WV when
you gotta be a pain
Or is this your own way of sayin'
We should all cool down
And be more like the man who was born back in Bethlehem town?
I betcha
rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
First, Imma rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
Then run my tongue down your neck to your bare
heart in it best believe the pressure i'm handling
The D Dot M, born out Ville you know that
Not a saint homie so nobody asking who dat
Born Sinner,
the west, first rule
In fact, we the first Bloods and Crips
First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips
First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop
Bring
beside me for my first fight
Who would ever thought you would take my life?
Now I’m laying here with a whole in my back
Blood on the concrete my lungs
life ends what was your intention
You know I ain't a nerd scrubbing half baked bars
Like fight club waiting to pop off the pages
Gonna wash the town
highways, and so I spin off
Spin off, like old vinyl, as I cut through the past
Born from concrete and cut by the glass
I'm fractured reflection of greatness,
[Mack 10]
Do some shit with my niggas from the CPT, ha ha
You ready Eiht?
[MC Eiht]
Yeah, c'mon
[Mack 10]
I was born to ride, banging,
Yeah, she got macked by some dope-dealin' nigga
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all the first guy did was
sticker, d' ? what nigga
I'm iggity-out to make a bundle in all spots
like the tiggity-tunnel, we start bleedin from the concrete
jiggity-jungle, we
_poster.jpg/220px-First_Born_(2007_film)_poster.jpg "First Born")
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