Lyrics:
on me on the weekend
On the weekend
What he say
What he say
We both got to speaking
Sometimes I wonder who out here really giving confession
Or if he go
or eight-one
You'll get ate from me, nine and straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in
me)
Away, oh, trying to know where you go
Oh China, oh China
Oh China, oh China
I have a new guy, and he can't get like you
Never leave him, only
choice but to leave their home
Though it didn't make sense they complied
He said someday we'll go back home
Someday, someday
So now they're in a crowd with
blood and songs are swords
Everybody should be able to afford
Home, food, and a job to work
We the people gettin' robbed
By these corporate jerks
I wonder
mean vicious woman)
Everyday ?for supper time, she'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack
to take it but never be found with
He stopped it by staying home, it was deep as the ground is
As soon as he in his home, he found out its the same shit,
lobotomy this
Homicidal side of me
Conflicting with the notion that I
Got my medical degree no ordinary doctor
Kennen MD's gonna hit the scene
An artist with
to right
I tossed and turned and called you up
But there wasn't anybody home
It makes me sad, I need you bad
But I guess I'm just gonna have to wait
carry me home to the lands where I was birth the turf I settle on
Is rooted with the love and care for fairness for all the human beings
And black is for
Will recognise me when I'm forty
Like Shorty I've been real from day
I see MC's I don't carry on away
So why would they wanna hate
Us when it's 2008?
You
carry my highs and it feels like I'm soaring It changed by my lows, I'ma sleep till the morning
So I'm gonna rock, I'm gonna roll You cannot stop me, I'm
that I cannot breathe
Wish they'd just let go of me
I'd repent for my sins
But what's the use of repent when I'm gonna relive them
Too many addictions
I
salad
Now that's polk salad
Used to know a girl lived down there and she'd go out in the evenings and
Pick her a mess of it
Carry it home and cook it
me falling, kept me woke
He said keep your head high and your hopes even higher
We gonna get through this life we gonna get old retire
So I kept that
mean vicious woman)
Everyday ?for supper time, she'd go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack
your mommy looks me
In the eyes fammo
And that's pure love, not embarrassment
Shoulders still bruised from when we
Had to carry him there's no comparison
got the stars in the roof pulled up and he don't wanna fight
That n**** went home wit one less bottom tooth catch niggas by surprise
Dracos hittin' like
They tryna test me but I ain't a pop quiz
Keep talkin' tough then we gonna get offensive
Fuck yo defenses
I'm burnin' bridges
Say he with the shits boy I
were speaking on the phone
Had me dreaming about leaving, I wish that I had known
That your heart doesn't come with you if you gotta leave your home
hopin' it could
They say racism don't exist, if not, why the fuck we pissed?
They hate me 'cause my skin, I'm proudly ripping behind this fence
No more
What's your sign
Baby, you can tell me. I won't judge you
I'm gonna be here for you
Don't worry about what the motherfuckers say at school
Because
four-four, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Anyway, I used to know a girl lived down there
She'd go out in the evenings and pick her a mess of it
Carry it home
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
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