Lyrics:
Wassup
Ay
North side step in, hear my expression
The music so true I will live and die a legend
Lead by example if you a king in my presence
If you
goodbye
The catalyst claws at our backs, Pip
Within this turn of the page
Oh i know
I must leave you here
(Won't you listen Aapeli...)
Im Burdened by
should play that back
An eighth of an inch? Yo, where you get that
Well the round of a .44 mag
When it's measured from the front to the back
It's an eighth
His life flashed in front his eyes police sirens
Harmonizing with a woman on the corner crying
Transported back to a young child that his grandma
decipher if we had the right ties
I guess we didn't cause she ain't on my time
Call that girl back to the front line
For niggas who don't got they mind right
songs we're a little buzzed
cnd it's all flying by too fast because
I'm always stuck in where we're going
I should be living in the moment
Last call
Yeah
Taking it back to the days that I wanna be runaways
Leave no trace, be on my ways
Thinking that I'll find my own place
Been on this stage too
by overthinking
I'm physically afloat but in my mind I'm always sinking
When I make it to the other side I'm sure it'll be relieving
Turn my back on my
back.
Psykobis Sativa BR0NZ to the death of it .
We doing this from the front to the back we universal.
F*** your local accolades hater. We did it all
show n she front row
I rock da show n she front row
Im by da edge n im dumb close
They tryn turn me to Runtz smoke
Choppa gone kick like a punt doe
Aye, baby it don't even matter, we can do whatever you wanna do
Yeah, I wanna do you,
Right now,
Right here,
Yeah,
Yeah
Come here
I can tell by
niggas can't handle it
Ha!
Deep in the jungles
Off of Nicolette
In front of Dorsey High with a marijuana cigarette
At the marketplace, very African
Black car on a backstreet, little me asleep on the back seat
Lulled by street lamps and the blackness in between
My parents' argument picking up
Hectic out front, some chillin some wild
Tonight I'm takin a niggaz girl like Ill and Al
I freak raps so black they let me through the back
The DJ was
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
Yo
Konvict
Konvict Music (Tego Calderón)
(Snoop Dogg, Akon) and you know we up front
I see you windin' and grindin' up on that pole
I know
Konvict
Konvict Music
And you know we up front
I see you windin' and grindin' up on the floor
I know you see me lookin' at you and you already
Konvict
Konvict Music
And you know we up front
I see you windin' and grindin' up on that pole
I know you see me lookin' at you and you already
the people up top, on the side and the middle
Come together let's all form and swarm just a little
Just let it gradually build from the front to the back
sound
She grew up tall and she grew up thin
Buried that old dog Gideon
By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard
Her daddy turned mean and her
cousin died wish I can get that day
Back like it's a vertebrae
Bring that nigga on front street
Talk about and never be about it
They don't wanna beef
the Refugee Camp!
Run up on you be , and leave your seat damp!
And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low
From Madina up to Y.O.
El Capitan
You can analyze it, all you want
But I was knockin' bad hoes with no teeth in the front
When I had no money and drove my momma's car
I had bad-ass
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Huh? Nigga,
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