Lyrics:
to believe me
go 'head and listen to bush
the dope pusher on the t.v
what you think the war is for?
cause the greedy wantin more and more
we be hustlin
We can go right here, we can go round there
We can go back to your spot
It don't matter to me too much
All I know is such and such
All I know is this
Several wandering hands
But I got a feeling that I'm bout to get the ban
Getting canceled by you wasn't in the plans
Where we at
There you are
Here I am
to that, silently collect your buck
cuz our patience has worn thin
we aren't entertained
this mismosh of malarkey
can not be sustained
it must not go
the depression
We been here before and I won't be your victim
Why you always in a mood?
Fuckin 'round, actin' brand new
I ain't tryna tell you what to do
But try
Motherfuck dem laws, I'ma make you put yo hands up
Don't cross the line, yellow take the police brand up
Outside the court, Norf Memphis and we klanned up
I
of surprises it's like a game show
And my brain go
I do my thing yo
Party people gather round what we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist you
like a game show
And my brain go, I do my thing yo
Party people gather 'round
What we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist, you hit
a clean escape
I doubt that one machine here could make it past a regulator
Swear we never had this many levels, where's the excavator?
What's so scary
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
might cherry to the bush, brand Plug Wonder
Funk to the fame against hoods
Bridges saggin' to my woods down under
They can't be raised with
Here we are, here we are, yeah
This one right here is for the people
Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, yonkonte
Sabali, Sabali, Sabali, kiye
Ni kera mogo
On a drive-by rocket ride
Caught in a storm and I'm running away
I never should have landed
Here in Flush Factory
I'm swinging through the rooftop
Without any
slows down
And we're gettin' off this misery-go-round
It's a brand new world baby now things have changed
A brand new picture in a brand new frame
the depression
We been here before and I won't be your victim
Why you always in a mood? Messin' 'round, actin' brand new
(Roxanne, Roxanne)
I ain't tryna tell
had to let go, you playin for life
The Manifesto, here comes the beat because I said so keep pushin
I got the cushion for the seat of your soul
Back in
Josh
Then we go there
Then we sit down
Then we go there
Then we chill here
Then we go there
Wandering round
Got no cares
Then we head back
Then we go
So many clips it look like we
Shootin for a movie over here
EA they don't pop, lock, and drop it
Round here in North Philly
They stop, cock, and pop
'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
Cash, money, checks, cash
Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos
I just wanna fuck the bitch by
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
Hey girl, I heard you're lookin' for some good times
If we quest from the Soul, here's
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
Hey girl, I heard you're lookin' for some good times
If we quest from the Soul, here's
this here's Willard Clark
We the Pottawattamie County Sin Patrol."
c'mon, Willard, let's go sneakin' 'round in the dark some more, never know what yer
every body cause their flesh is brown
I seen devils darker than Wes Snipes banging them pipes
Sixteen heated rounds like a heavy-weight fight
Taking
sure)
And I can't let y'all derail me, man
I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go of Obie
Cause Obie be back, (going nowhere, man) we got them craps
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