Lyrics:
the tape
And keep your eyes on the niggas in Ward
Triple black in the candy painted car is the color of board
Me or my brother on pall with n'am nigga
We
and that's a fact and every time she come to Vegas she bet on black and I'm the blackest man she ever saw like Newports cornrows or prison time like dreadlocks
hand
Oh no! Oh no!
I'm back to the black again
Getting fucked up again
Oh no! Oh no!
This cycle is repetitive
Sex, rock 'n' roll, sedatives
as if I'm gonna have to face the cold hard facts
Like the king of rock and roll, she's never comin' back
She's never comin' back, she's already spent
Fall
Nicca Hit Rock Bottom Dranking On Dat Paul
Dont Count Me Out Ma Nigg Naw Dont Count Me Out By Far
N Wen Ya See Me Falling Dats Cause Ima Shooting
checks off all the categories
But she can’t roll up my weed
So tsek, get her away from me
I’m bound to make history
Forever change my mense destiny
Then
Lil’ n***** pulling on them triggers make the block hot
But I’m still connected to my city like the WiFi
Roll my window down so you can see me when I
G-G-G-G-therz
No regrets, I roll in fresh like the Prince of Bel-Air
Finna make a big bang 'cause I am in the Del, yeah
Still rock the jaguar tooth
breaks are these?" right in the park
'Fore it turned rock n' roll, the art had a heart
And the dark of it departed by its stars 'til
Marketing turned
TO ROCK AND
ROLL I WANT TO SEE THIS LOVE YOU SAY YOU
CARE WHEN YOU MEET ME FOR REAL BABE
I WANNA HEAR YOUR MOUNTH WHISPERING
SWEET WHEN YOU STARE DEEP
of Icelandic
Rock'n'roll"; he "ridiculed the sacred Sagas of [Iceland], wrote
Scathing,
Surreal lyrics, got heavily into booze and drugs, was barred from radio
been gone
Might be sick with the love you should call me a Doctor
Been kicking it with baby like I'm playing some Soccer
Marble, brick, rock her; it's
us to rock 'n roll
Ha-ha - Nikole
Yeah, yeah, right
Right, right, right
Come on, man
She got you goin, you know it, my man
Yo, he sweatin
us to rock 'n roll
Ha-ha - Nikole
Yeah, yeah, right
Right, right, right
Come on, man
She got you goin, you know it, my man
Yo, he sweatin
rough
This is the way I do "Power Controls"
War for the weak
Bed of rocks for the mediocre
The strong will thrive
The driven will drive
And
Power
Harvesting, All the leaves is getting trimmed
They calling me a barber, keef is in a bin
The laws have ceased regarding these as criminal
I'm start'n
heals
Holy jeans
Rock 'n' roll tank top
Fits in with the country scene
Been there done that
Not chasin' anything
Daddy'd have a heart attack
If he knew
Hay lil lady how would you like to come roll wit ,
Charismatic fun attics thats fully loaded
I got a notion lemme know if you open to
Droppin in
brought the
Pride of the Irish back
I'm spreadin' phat rhymes like if I was black
You caught a beatin' cause you
Played the punk role
Mom and Pop watch ya
And then drop you
On the double
Believe it your buzzer
It's gettin pushed
He loves the risky rock n roll
Who gives a fuck
When it goes pop
And then
to knock you
I know its hard f***in with a thug n**** like me
Thinkin would I get locked?
Come home tonight or not?
Black Princess, kiss you when I
REJECTED OR ACCEPTED
IT'S MY NEXT MOVE
WHEN THIS COFFEE HOUSE ROMANCE
GETS A ROCK 'N ROLL GROOVE
WHEN I SAY THESE WORDS
I LOVE YOU
I'VE BEEN HOLDING IT IN
God
Like a dogg, on God
I'm da illest nigga doin dis
Im too intuitive, I make a move n make a movement bih
Back in dis muh fucka
And we bein real black
others gain if you lack in the LDN where i learnt to atract
calm that i can show u where its at first things first
get a block n a flat next up get a black
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