Lyrics:
are, by far
They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't tripping on me, they wanna
Liked by the thugs, liked by the nerds
I'm real super, hot in the eighties
Even Austin Powers'd say "Yeah baby"
The hip-hopper, unpredictable showstopper
some time
For the brother to hook up a line
As if he had a fishing rod, but my mission is God
Science I be dishin' out be hard
Deep in his eyes,
just blinded by pain
Sometimes I get ideas flashes of how I could've begun
To understand my heritage and where my family came from
When I go east
feelings
Without even knowing
But it's ok
I'll push through the pain like always
Shit I'm swerving in and out of both lanes
My soul it is locked up in chains
the love of my life
She love the dick suck it till it cum
She say I'm the best fuck of her life
She give a nigga the energy he need
Whenever he feels
soul (Ey ey)
I sold my soul for the fame
All of my niggas in jail
None of them getting no bail
Spoke to my nigga, he pale
I know that he's losing faith
I brought a brand new pole
Glocc 22 take a fucc nigga soul
He riding with my kind for 48 that's 10/4
He got hit gen 4, you out here siding you ain't
This shit here all I know
(That's on my soul, that's on my soul)
(That's on my soul, that's on my soul)
(June, you're a genius) facts
Slipper
with nines
I was toxie, from layin' up in Roxy's all night
This nigga bust a shot, licked my man's wife
It was havoc I contact the Abbot
He shook
with nines
I was toxie, from layin' up in Roxy's all night
This nigga bust a shot, licked my man's wife
It was havoc I contact the Abbot
He shook
Take courage my heart
Stay steadfast my soul
He's in the waiting
He's in the waiting
Hold onto your hope
As your triumph unfolds
He's never failing
picked
When the clouds were enshrouded
And I'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again
I could drown you with a shallow soul
Shallow
Jesus.
Will you save my soul?
Save my soul Jesus.
Will you save my soul?
Save my soul Jesus, will ya?
[Saxophone solo by So Fo Real Productions]
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
are, by far
They ain't trippin, on me, they wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't trippin, on me, they wanna
the star hopper
Fold up and attack go back to gods charter
Battle Cadillac is wrapped with shock armor
Phanta's in the back with gats he shot barbour
He's
forget any details
Vacation for My Soul
Miss me, baby
'Cause I'm missing you
Wherever we'll be
There will be rest for me
'Cause you're a vacation for my
Claiborne
Keep the poetry in my black knapsack
Got my Timbo hooves and my Doublemint pack
Hit the city streets to enhance my soul
I can kick a rhyme over
I'm royalty I feel like William
Niggas hood hoppers they change colors like chameleons
My Bitch is mixed yea she look Mexican but ass Brazilian
Come
you, he need his Rogaine razor blade
Dancin' down ya center this the Soul Train
I'm from where you had to pick a
Side and then defend ya block
Where
only niggas that helped
My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair
Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here
They say he bougie, he
that he gon lift shit
Ain't got time to filter through the bull ion sift shit
You a thrift shopper yo bitch a dick hopper I assisted
I'm a slim soldier
we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house
Compton's definitely in the house.
Yo Ren, what are we gonna call this shit, tell'em what your name is?
Yeah
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