Lyrics:
real close
The mark of a madman
You'll find it if you look real close
Why talk to me?
Random people just like me
Random people just like me
The man
to that idea
I got cotton mouth you know how it go
(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Look i wonder if I fail just how
Many will go to hell
I'm trying to send good
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Ballin'!
Got me feelin' like Jim Jones
I'm a pimp though, no limp though
Couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put
lickert (bass)
Ruth underwood (orchestra drum set)
Jim pons (vocals)
Theodor bikel:
This, as you might have guessed, is the end of the movie. the entire
way
You didn't mind my screams
You close your ears
You look into your pain, always
I've seen it
I helped you, despite my pain
I don't know who I am now
saying it’s 'bout time some
Real niggas made it and when I go outside
They're saying I’m famous
And some don’t understand but listen
Close and you’ll find
they will lift you when you're down
Tell your future by your friends look around
If you can believe then you can achieve
And what you believe is what
I may seem
See that me deal wid realism get guided by all my dream
Now raspberry ripple as you know it is my favorite ice-cream
So when me
and Bonnevilles
Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes
If you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain
Steerin' wheel for real (real), you can go on chill out
and Bonnevilles
Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes
If you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain
Steerin' wheel for real (real), you can go on chill out
First verse [kilo-g]:
Now if I step up on you with two nine millimeters,
Nigga you best to up and feel the heat from my niener
Or you gone be the,
Let us go forward together
Safe in a memory, a highway passing me by
If we ever get off track for a minute then
Promise me you won't forget how we
worsened
Shakespeare play on my final act, I was ready to close the curtain
Then the Lord told me you still got work to do
So rise up, don't get too
breathe
Fuck is you saying what is you talking
You ion even know yo bitch been stalking
Pass by earlier I kept walking
Went so MIA like a dolphin
They ask
look good, girl, but you'd look better if you was with me
Get in where you fit in, let's do this VIP
Look at you, shorty
You really got it goin'
look good, girl, but you'd look better if you was with me
Get in where you fit in, let's do this VIP
Look at you, shorty
You really got it goin'
out the jar is a must if u gimme a cigar than
A cigar i bust put that white widdow weed in the
Cigar and puff look ma im tryin to make a prono
Starrin
'cause he already dead
Damn, nigga are you insane?
What's the point in knowing how to point and aim
If the niggas you gon' bang look exactly the same?
If you a bad lit
Kitty kitty and
You see me in
The streets or in
The club
And you tryna
Get my
Attention just
Pur
Here kitty
the passenger
Kush in my lungs lick your lips we be flirting
Toes by your kneecaps looks baby no swerving
You say I'm flyer than Julius Erving
Can't fall in love
you look out of your window
Tell me what do you see
If it's a world without a father
Then you're looking at me
It takes a whole nation
To help me
Volkswagens and Bonnevilles
Chevrolets and Coupe De Villes
If you ain't got no rims nigga don't get no wood grain
Steerin' wheel for real (real), you can go
and close the curtains"
I thought a massage was all I need
Now proceed if it's worth it
Or leave if it's urgent
For you to rendezvous
I know your needs have
Well I remember every little thing
As if it happened only yesterday
Parking by the lake and there was not another car in sight
And I never had
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