Lyrics:
to vanish right in the coup i hang by my dolo i dont do no groups
She wanna come thru right to the back
Yeah she wanna blow me jus like a lil flute
And im
shit, it'd be like drama (yeah)
And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac)
So do what I tell you and everything'll be alright
You're cute
I’m getting back to my self
I’m getting back to my self ughh
Light up the blunt hit pass it
Pass it right back to my self ughh
I’m getting back to my
the world once more starts making sense
I'll unwind for a change, really? That'd be strange
Can I help it if I'm t-t-tense?
In a shack by the sea, I'll sit
esteemed be fleeting Brought it down in Landslide
And now I'm buried in the snow shit is scary where to go
Whiteout weather causing Icicles in your eyes
Look
take it back to that room, no car but still had drive
Just a hundred niggas standin' outside
Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot
I'ma ride for
and they missed, bitch
Ain't had no luck
We gon' get back in the Corolla
556 hit a Tahoe, flip it over
He think it's a brick but I hit it with soda
Drywall
My head keeps runnin' away my brother
The only thing makin' me stay my brother
But I won't give into it bro (no, no, no)
Gotta get myself back now
My head keeps runnin' away my brother
The only thing makin' me stay my brother
But I won't give into it bro (no, no, no)
Gotta get myself back now
over the rainbow
I write rhymes that jam more than jelly
So call me the Arthur without the Fonzarelli, or Nelly
'Cause I am so bad when it comes
No more time place your hand in mine
And hold me close it's goin' be alright
I brought the coupes outside, and baby why
I need you by my side
Here
the back room?
Why's the door shut and the music turned up?
You know that night you came back?
I wished it
I wished that you would be here for chistmas
so much
Can't you tell by the smell Man, I'm high as fuck
Step back, give me room to breathe
Smoke so heavy, you can feel the breeze
Damn, I can barely
Back, on the block, so we can rock
With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop
Back on the block
Back on the block
[ VERSE 1: Ice-T ]
Real talk, Usher
Just Blaze
Oh, oh oh
Mmm, you're gonna want me back
It's the last words she said to me
Now I'm wishing she was still here
the place to be)
(Andre 3000, shout out to public housin') (cash) (bitch)
(I brought the whole hood with me)
You got red dirt in your Afro
(Young Hov' in
a primetime magazine
Ran the cover "Is God Dead?"
No one knew the answer
At least nobody said
I waited for the virgin queen
To say "Come on back to bed"
show you real love
Even if you don't receive it
Fine by me
Boy that's fine by me
I got oceans full of peace
I'm unbothered if you leave
You don't like my
plain Jane
Petro for the auto
I been gassin till the pedal break
Yea my pen been actin up
she in heat she tryna fuck
Brought my game to this potluck
It’s
the back (back)
Cause of you
I've had enough
Don't care bout you, it's time for you to go
Oh oh
You
I've had enough
I don't want you, it's time for you
Bradley or Hasbro
Roof over my head and a bed to lay my back on
I can still call Him if my phone was disconnected
It's never neglected it was his son who
So, one night...it was the first night
When they were still trying to 'get it in there'
(ya know what I mean? huh-huh-huh-huh...)
The skinny girl, she
Sabbath
Playing it off, stinking like I'm bathing a corpse
Getting frisked by pigs in my Porsche like I'm David Lee Roth
It's the new mutants, torched your
and the black Yankee hat
When it’s time for action, I’m a rap maniac
'Cause on the mic, I’m more concentrated than Cuban coffee though
I’m firing shots right
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