Lyrics:
longer than my left foot
Put stripes next to squares, still peel the circle
See spirits off of people, I don't see color
I'm a special mind, yeah,
I'm Ray Charles
Georgia, promise I'll be faithful
I know I missed some action, I've been AWOL
I can't smoke witchu everyday, I ain't Nate Dogg
I put
Bass go so low that the
Freaks in the backseat
Get a thrill off the alpine
When it vibrate they asscheeks
I'm Bobby Ray, baby, an All-American athlete
I
Like mud to gold mine's in this soil
And I bring that soul
And I will never get old
I'm turnin' mud into gold like mud to gold
Mine's in this soil
in a ray that's rather grand
Now I agree, there are many who said 'party's off'
But if one of them says, he drops arty soft
See to drop hard you
to an increase in poverty
And the highest rates of violence take place in some of the poorest boroughs"
Look, I bet them boys think I'm panickin'
Check what
I. The Healing Colors Of Sound, Part 1
(Instrumental)
II. My Shoes
[God says]
Melt the ice by summer
Turn the grass from green to gold
Live
Yeah, yeah
I never had a role model
I was loading gold hollows in my little Glock-40
A little shorty, heart colder than December in the morning
around murder
You see murder, you see seven people die a week, I think you would probably carry a gun yourself
Would you?
Uh, yeah, I probably would
for the marriages
Happiness I envision
Gold links for the minks
Gold sinks for the kitchen
Roses and for momma
Rose gold for the misses
This is just how
ya
'Fore I met 2Pac, I Ray Dogg down wrecked ya
I bite ya in the face like Hannibal Lecter
Then I slide by to dip from the cops
But if they wanna
Crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
I’m in the coupe it don’t come wit a roof see the stars and the moon
Been a goon since cartoons Yea that was me as a kid
Young baby too wavy gold teeth
he got them gold’s
He think his pockets swole
Them niggas still ain’t got it goin’ on
He walkin’ around Capital Homes like a lil punk ass boy
I used
Look at me now
I live by the fashion
One over two
Damn I think imma fraction
Feel bugs bunny
Do you see karats
Neef do you like me
I told that bitch
Thank God for the real
I get outta my body into my feels
I'm Ray Charles In the field I can't see what is coming, but fuck it I'm here
Nate Dogg
a broken shell
Broken
Finally I see them yes yes
The couplet lines I cannot see
Why have you forsaken me?
The coins of gold around me fall
Why not find me in
'm on my way to New Orleans, for one whole month
To see my shorty in Magnolia, she got gold fronts
We don't kiss matter fact I only hit that once
But she
things
On my crown, what I wear though
Got a solid gold throne
Living room I got space so
See I got a big house
Call it huge what you do now
Mansions ain’t
look good, do you hear my man?
And if you can't take that ya chump ya own hand
You one-girl-at-a-time getting M.C
So how could you think that you rank
look good, do you hear my man?
And if you can't take that ya chump ya own hand
You one-girl-at-a-time getting M.C
So how could you think that you rank
I got a lot
I got a lot, like a lot
More than I need
I got children to feed, I got places to be
I got bitches to fuck, let me see your ID
Nah,
breaking
It's the risk that I'm taking
I ain't never gonna shut you out
Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your
can keep them bitches 'cause I'm young and I'm getting it
I'm young and I'm getting it
Okay, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs
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