Lyrics:
the trunk
And when it's time to rock a mic I won't be no punk
I bring death to the evil and power to the people
My name ain't Steve Miller but I Fly
called me by my name
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country and western song
I wrote him
I once was lost in sin but Jesus took me in
Well then a little light from heaven healed my soul
Well, he bathed my heart in love, and wrote my name
a story about a mate of mine
You'll have to bear with me I've had a bottle of wine
His name's Adam Hussain and he's really alright
He shagged a mongo in his
threes)
Youngin came up from the block he stealing whips with ease
My patna super seven he might spin like DVD
On my side it wicked
We just spent anotha
point, I've gotta choose
Nothing to lose
Don't call my name, don't call my name
Alejandrx
I'm not your bcbe, I'm not your bcbe
Fernandx don't wanna k,
'cause She's acting too flirty
He's seen it all but he's Saying no word
He flexing on the internet But really he be worried
Oh you fucked on my ex (What?
on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
I had a dream I seen my name on the gravel stone
And read here lies a G followed by a poem
I
could have been dead sleeping in the grave
But He came and saved and made me whole
So with my whole heart I'll praise His name
For all the great things
drink
We laugh
We play
And we skate
So for all you hip hoppers
You do woppers
Name droppers
You bill boppers
Come into our house
To get deep
playing it back
Facing the facts, placing my name on the map
Embracing the pain on a track
I can't stay complacent stay the same that is whack
Improving
Rebecca
They thought he was a -
Mark: That's right, my name, my middle name's
Rebecca because my dad wanted a girl
He treats me like one
Tom: I still have
like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Trae
And I don't gang-bang, I patrol the game
And what I'm representing here is putting holes in
covers. Let the world know your name!"
And that's why the world should hear this one
Because my daddy he wrote this song
I used to hear him playing it
Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my
another rap that I'm ready to spit
It goes like this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin shit up like never before
Pimp slaps, makin snaps
Cold cash money
a body count higher Than Ice T
So you can't fight me
Even my DNA has triple Sixes
When I rape crippled
Bitches
That's why I wrote the
Verse hard
Haven't
There are millions of men writing songs the world will never hear
Down in their basements surrounded by music gear
Oh my daddy, he was one of those
lettuce like cabbage
You talk about me, you up in my passing
And I got gliss on, you can call it carriage
You look embarrassed
Tell me what your name is
Fine
Why they be
On that same shit
Huh
Woah
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, stop it
My name in your mouth like a motherfuckin' topic
Seeing this
on and on, on and on
I had a dream I seen my name on the gravel stone
And read here lies a G followed by a poem
I couldn't see the words but I'm sure what's
by smoking weed in a beat up sedan
Still talk to God about that shit that only He understands
How I be dreaming of the stars but keep my feet in
a cockpit)
I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)
Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded
This Instru's mental, too many bars,
God like imperial features
Skin as black as the son God
Asiatic in Egypt
Formal salah
When you speaking to the name of the Regis
My wisdom moves
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