Lyrics:
Told her friends "call ya'll tomorrow when I get to my mom house"
They got right up out of there, took her to his side house
Soon as they got in
I'm in the booth yeah you know how this shit go
Play we come through make a fuck nigga get low
I'm on the block all I do is just get dough
I want
heaven is free
And nothin' really more important than protectin' they peace
I wanna teach 'em how to grow up and be better than me
When I was chasin'
a learner's fee
How to turn your girlfriend to a circus freak
Cool by the word of Keith, fabric by the hand of Zeus
Acting like you fucking with me, that's
to this masterpiece
Of poetry, by now you know it's me
Poet, creativity, pushin, to out destiny
I am on the M-I-C, Jeffery is the Disc Jockey
And to keep us
the beginning
The beginning of the calm before the storm
I used to dream of success, now success is inadequate
It seems the bigger I get, it's the more they
he gave me my liberty
I'm a believer, now and forever I will be
I'm a believer, how can you not believe?
Somebody, somewhere out there is watching us,
look, where we going? yeah
I'm taking over now
Been in the game since 2-3 October now
I'm fucking it up, listen to over now
I'm setting the pace
How they
chilling with the wrong crowd
I wanna quit this music
Cause' it's long now
And any wrong how nuff' man never helped ya
But you never got to do it
Alcohol
left us too soon.
Without you bro
Life won’t be the same.
This world is cold.
I think I need a break.
God I fucking love you.
I really fucking miss
ain't it?
My true niggas walk wit me, yeah
They ride wit me
Would you cook pies wit me now, ya heard?
Lord, I keep hollerin', I hope You listenin'
How
By the trainstop doing immigrant things
Gå o klipp geri för hafla, brush
Now that right there is some immigrant slang
Ask my whole immigrant click
Cops
And now, our national anthem!
It's going down, West Coast
A toast to the Coast, West Coast!
I got my nigga Mack 10 up in the house from
are a couple 69ing
It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga
Fuck yo' couch, nigga
You screamin', "Fuck the world!" with your middle
the genie
Niggas is assed out like
Fat bitches in bikinis
Read between the lines see what I see
I see the diary of a sick bastard
Junior Mafia blaster, Rugers
shit ain't fake, I gotta break and get the fuck by from this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when
the story again and again
Of how it all got started way back when
The monument is right in your face
Sit and listen for a while to the name of the place
Uh, we got the black elite in the house tonight
Rosewood
I feel like I'm at the NAACP or something right now
Essence Festival
Q-Tip on the beat, too
niggas to switch and spit what they ain't feelin'
One! Day a time of alcohol it takes to get by
Is worth more than a mini puff it takes to get high
One,
destination to L.A
Where all begins and ends
This is how all started out
But it's already done by now
I wish we became just friends
If I'd go back and star
right
But maybe soon
Ill make her proud
Making legal money with my music
While I move the crowd
But now I gotta struggle
Day by night and night by
and wish? Towards the woodland you go so predictably
Vendela, return at once! For the ceremony of matrimony is soon!
Foliage and the breath of nature speak
to have to shoot him
I gave the broad the pager number and said that she should use it
As soon as I flew by in that navy and baby blue six
She beeped
the seams
Everyone is singing now
No one is gonna scream so I
Bring the cream from the cow
I show you the know-how and put
It to your head so blaow
If you
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