Lyrics:
Folks said he'd been shell shocked long ago
And more than that, for no one seemed to know
Oscar was a walker, at least four miles twice a day
hand
CHORUS
DJ Prezident Brown
Me say big up de Black man
Big up Big up!
Big up de champion
Four hundred million
You could a Rambo
You could a Tarzan
on that southern personality!
To set you right,
She's dynamite!
Three words describe her charms vekour,
Yes three words, that don't mean four
father to South Korea
The mind of my brother to Vietnam
Now there's a banker who says I must give up my land
There are four generations of blood in this
to marry my true love on the Red River side.
But her pa knew the secret and with twenty and four come to fight this young cowboy on the Red River shore.
at home
On the six-four, sittin on chrome
Yo we don't stall we ball while you playin the wall
We in the middle of the danceflo', gettin off
Gotta bunch
Your white head came out my black pussy
I ran Rip Van Winkle on all fours
Mountains twinkle twinkle star, Tarzan in a jar
And then came out
my soul
Flying home at last
Flying home
I've got the freedom in my soul
And it's four in the morning
My world is calling
Speeding through
[Silkk]
Wassup, wassup?
Straight up muthafuckin' gangsta (muthafuckin' gangsta)
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Bitch I'm'a killa for reala
that's no joke
Now, if I call her on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her [KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK] on my
dick in this
Chrome 4-4, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's ridiculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I
my neighbor's yard, with a taste for war
You know I laced the four, with the hollows
Crack the safe, grab the bottles (What you want me to do?) Beep
to Nellie Bligh
He was her man
But he was doing her wrong
Now Frankie's dad was a policeman
She stole his old forty-four gun
Then back
Let Us Pray
1 Thess 5:17, Col 4:2, Eph 6:18, Heb 4:16, Rom 12:12
I hear you say your heart is aching
You've got trouble in the making
And you
It's like that y'all and you don't quit (x4)
Like Frankenstein or Count Dracula
I grab the mic and then I fuck it up
I never settle for less
everythin'
A 4 for 4 doors, king of the quarters
Fuckin' with nothin' but queens and they daughters
Get cleansed, weeded, and watered, I flow like
it's real
AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Coming from the Wu, it's real
Verse Four: Master Killer, Inspector Deck
Caught by
Maggie be pleased?
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
(Na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
(One, two, Free Four)
(One, two, Free Four)
S'cusi, dov'è il bar?
home to me
Run with wind and weather
To the music of the sea
All four winds together
Can't bring the world to me
Chase the wind around the world
gonna get rid or poverty
I got to stay black black enuff for ya
I got to stay black black enuff for ya
We're gonna move on up
Four by four
We
alligators
Try to scheme off the top, but they be like playa haters
I got that 2 for 3, 4 for 5 got them rocks
But killers I got that 2 for 3, 4 for 5 I'm
the ghetto but the come up
Off the streets in the hood money
that's why my heroes live for drug money
[Chorus x4]
My Ghetto Heroes
I watched em live
Dancing in the city square
Tzena, Tzena, come and dance the Hora
One, two, three, four
All the boys will envy me for
Tzena, Tzena, when the band is
all your friends, and they'll come running to me
Here is the main thing I want to say
I'm busy twenty four hours a day
I fix broken hearts, I know I
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