Lyrics:
how many horses live official
I run with generals who flash Uzis in interviews
My shit is deep, we fly, swiming, dude
Verse two gotta be all murder
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
the apple right between the eyes
I was thinking of her when you came outside
Lemonade on your breath sun in your hair
Did I mention how I love you in your
Close your eyes, close your eyes
I'm gon grab on every feeling that you feeling deep inside
Close your eyes and hold on tight
I'm not tryna waste
the mic with sweat in your palms
I'm at ease by still waters where
Verbal tech's are involved
This is America, shit
Isn't it hysterical, quick
Witness mass
yeah)
What time we takin' off today? My type of stress (stress)
I send them boys by, but surprise they gon' collect (ooh, yeah)
Ain't seen your ass in
love for my niggas livin' lavish
[Snoop]
I got a pet named P she niggarino
I got a house out in the Hills right next to Chino
And I think I got
the clitoris of the Fountain of Youth
Refreshing
The water splash forth and wet mi locks
ch mi see how ya dreadlocks get wet
Oh
Wet dreadlocks
See how mi hair is
at the corner by the roadside..
Buh you're the one who sees me my darkside..
Still before your eyes and i cant hide...
If they only knew how soft that i am x2...
chat, let's begin another yarn
That's flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'
But roosters don't fly like boosters don't buy
So what powers
the ruckus
Ready to get deep bust rounds upon some suckaz
Heard PPP and LOD is a bunch of crazy motherfuckers
Journey to the land is on
The winner
deep
Baby What's it gonna be
Is it him or me
Got my heart up on a leash
Girl u know I love these streets
Got me higher than these houses on the hills
blinded by the light
It don't matter how deep yo' pockets go
They still get they fill, fingers scrape the bottom
It don't matter how deep yo' soul is
I’ve been through hell I’ve been through hell
Still did not take no L's
I’ve been through hell
Tears water deep I just hope all is well
I gotta make
over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
tentacles same as different song
Bob Digital instrumental; nothing's identical
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato Head or Ida
Deep-fried crinkle cut; one
step aside, it's time to introduce myself
I'm T the Luni
surrounded by doobies
condoms and groupies, love me more then they do Lucchi
(you do your
discomfort in this area.
This practice is easy and pleasant. It helps me enjoy life.
Little by little, shift your attention to the area of your kidneys.
Go
Oh yeah, yeah
Kept the Galleria open 'til ten for you and your friends
You know how I spend in H-O-U-S-T-O-N
I get too crazy, had a little baddina
Oh yeah, yeah
Kept the Galleria open 'til ten for you and your friends
You know how I spend in H-O-U-S-T-O-N
I get too crazy, had a little baddina
think that killing's living real
Shorty's is getting wetted, fulfilling their fantasies to set it
We don't sweat it, by the fifth you get beheaded
I
vividly
Seduce your brain from the temple over instrumentals
The fifth chant; you see the exhaust out
The swift camp mannerism is to scan your vision
You
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