Lyrics:
a moment
To have a bit once in a while
You know, you know
I do it daily and like it
But that's my style, yeah, here I go
In your face and down your
understand
And you can expect persecution cause this world is not your friend
Man
Jesus answered, I am the way the truth and the life
And no one comes
come your way today
It's gon' be okay
Hey!
Bring vigor to my routine
Blowin' smoke in fresh air
Breathin' in the same thing
When I'm in my flow I go
Yes
Here she comes like a Queen all through the wintertime
Skirts that billow long after she's gone
Yes I could smell her smell on the pillow late
can compare,
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaahh
Come on, come,
Yeah,
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
Let's say you met someone, right?
She took the best years of your life
She was proud to be your girl, couldn't wait to be the wife
Years went by
To Manage Your Pussy, A Little Bit Better & You Can Come Up In This World
And Achieve Things That You Would Not Have Believed In, In Your Past
You Feel What
To Manage Your Pussy, A Little Bit Better & You Can Come Up In This World
And Achieve Things That You Would Not Have Believed In, In Your Past
You Feel What
new, match a Jag with it
Hey, Get outta here
Way too many opps, so I think we gotta leave
Unless you gotta better plan or something inside your sleeve
Turn it down nigga, hot shit
Yea
Messenger in the Metropolis, apocalypse here and now
Niggas know the ledge, so they don't come near the style
I
to spit that, HOT SHIT
Huh.. whoo! Yeah..
Turn it down nigga, HOT SHIT
Yeah.. (oooh)
Messenger in the Metropolis; +Apocalypse+ here and +Now+
Niggaz know
you by any chance need to borrow
Kingdom Come is like a secret dwarf entering your building at his own free will and accord
Pressured by corporate
Man I done seen a lot of nice tattoos out here lately
And I'm kinda stuck with it
Rock-rock it, we don't stop, stop, stop
Hello Ms. Tattoo Girl
need the blame around it
Shit I'm human
Light a cuban and mind your p's and q's
You doin the same thing you just view other people as truant
From higher
that's my style, yeah, here I go
In your face
And down your throat
And it feels so good
Afraid so
F*** it up y'all
In you face
And down your
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Thing-fish: (to the rubber girl)
Hmmm! dat quite a massive improve'lence,
my lyrics, put my life inside these songs
Whether you decide to hear them it's gon' be here when i'm gone
Used to think it'll make me rich, I guess it
Keeping it one hundred
Fucking up your function
Yeah we came in here to wreck shop
Rowdy like the pet shop
At The Green House puffing
Crops with
some boy in the hood, become so fly?
Standing there, inside her mind, let the chance pass by
Back of her mind, "He could change your life"
What
knowin'
Let me take a little time out to holler at ya
You go get your partners cause I'm fit to drop a bug in your ear
See what we have here is uh ruh
Yeah! This the original right here
Ya know what I mean? Fuck Death Row!
We gon' give it to ya like this
Wit' my nigga Nas, ya know what I mean?
Daz
I’m getting racks
So i ont kno how to act
All my niggas solid
Yea i can’t hang with rats
I tld lil baby come here
I’m trying to hit it Frm the back
What's your question?
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
What's Clef?
I'm not a Bob Marley impostor
What's Clef got to do with
That's cause I can't (feel the bass)
Understand?
Walk this way cause here's the way we'll be walkin
Brooklyn style is the way we'll be talkin
And if
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