Lyrics:
(not loud)Here I go drivin'by your house might as well throw some rocks at your window
(gets louder)Yeh... But you don't
to seem care, or maybe
guided by Facebook and Hey Google
You'll absorb so much more about doing fine when you're poor and being more careful and grateful and frugal
Maybe you're
the word
OW!
Woo!
Ah-hey!
Word up!
C'mon, c'mon! Woo!
Yo pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show you
So tell all the boys and girls
Tell
the word
OW!
Woo!
Ah-hey!
Word up!
C'mon, c'mon! Woo!
Yo pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show you
So tell all the boys and girls
Tell
of an elite group of people
(Lyrics are swift and strong) never feeble
What we said yesterday will stand by tomorrow
While some chose to borrow
Brothers are
land
Cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
That's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
table
Where you live should not decide
Whether you live or whether you die
Three to a bed
Sister Ann, she said
Dignity passes by
And you speak
table
Where you live should not decide
Whether you live or whether you die
Three to a bed
Sister Ann, she said
Dignity passes by
And you speak
sisters
Ride or die, she got keys bruh
Yeah Yeah
Hey Brew, it's me
I just wanna give you a short video, um
I can't stop thinking about you, I miss you
Sam Spade his buddy Archer first to go he got it
She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it -he dead
Her sister didn't really live
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
my life, you dig me?
Now I was talkin' with my sister from New York City
She said she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty
Psych, I'm
still drowning.
Hey, set sail for the shore now Dead nails[?]
Bet we could learn another lesson if we exhale! (x2)
King by design, peasant by mother
See I was hoping to inspire
With my letter to Elijah
To lead is better than admire
We don't all make it through the fire
Hey listen close when
This crazy cat I knew so long ago
Said hey my good brother what's become of you
I went on to tell him about the last 12 years
And how i'd barely
hey
And I know it seems so bad for me
My friends say "did you even really like 'em that much anyway"
And I'd say
You shoulda framed the pictures
You
the Black Pearls
I knew the Saigons
And matter of fact, my family by
They self, my brothers, and sisters
We fought the whole Saigon gang
The whole gang
and sisters and teachers now thank you for nice, kind time
I might not like you guys
Oops, now everybody come say hey (hey)
Upside down I kind of find my
The Kingsmen came together in a garage,
They could hardly even play
But they practiced night
And day pretty soon they got to where they could
Helped me write this song, now
See, I was born into a world
Of food stamps and welfare
No dollar for the ice cream
Man and nappy hair raised by a single
Yeah
Hey, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
May be effected by pressure, but never sellin' my soul
They say I need a hit record, but I just tell 'em I "know"
I know
Listen guys
We need a new song by tomorrow
I just produced this really fire beat
And we're just gonna spit over it
Spit?
What do you mean spit?
Yeah,
oversees
Is that a bird or a plane nah it is me
Aiseh homie b city repper
Still gon shine even without nepa
Step to your sister like
Hey big mama
I will like
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