Lyrics:
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
receives especially at eve
She's grinding on me
I'm grinding all week
Trick up my sleeve
Nice little beat
I ain't no Adam and she ain't no Eve
Dick
bitches out there but I grow weed plants
So every time I hit the blunt
It's like I'm hitting that ass
And I'm Shaggy, throwing heads in the air by
in front of your very eyes)
All you got to do is say the word and I'll show you a trick or two
(and I'll show you a trick or two)
Cause I can do
Don’t wanna play by your own rules
so you make em up however you choose
Thought we could be on the same team
you warming the bench I’m out of your
, aye
Bands on my wrist
I got bitches on my dick, uh
Criss Angel bitch, I'm full of magic tricks, aye
Make ten songs in a week
Swear to god I never
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
bloopas
Thankin' God for my life
And sayin Hallelujah
I'm not here by chance
I'm Nature in a Trance
Our Life is Picture Perfect
Hard to see it at first
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
now I'm sick and simply rich, grippin' wood and flippin' chrome
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game
The
New peanut, pimpin' in my DNA Im forever fresh and my bitches on Ocean spray in other words, bitch, we be juicin' all day in other words, I'm
bullshit
Now I'm on the down-low
Creeping while you sleeping
Trick or treating with my lights low
Put em in a hole in the ground
Tired of this bullshit
Now
and help us see through
We dominate the battlefield with the tricks we do
Glitches get bitches in Modern Warfare 2
I'm in the game it's Modern Warfare 2
I
I sit alone in my four-cornered room
It's like my mind playin' tricks on me
I seen a bitch today, back in the day, she was poppin
Now she sellin'
to cuticles
Belittled by society, they're hooked on pharmaceuticals
The residents that's talking to me see that I'm confused
It sounds like English if your
to murder, not necessarily Manson
I'm just a G in constructs a Pelle Pels or a Vanson
Ratty clothes, we haven't spoke in years, pat his coat
Check his
don't wanna play no mo
Cuz these games in my head
They're caused by you
You've got my mind playing tricks on me
(I guess the jokes on me)
You can come
over there, over there
[Mystikal]
Baby, I'm the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer
M-why-S-T-I-KAL
It's the man right here!
tricks,
This world is cold this world is sick,
My dawgs don’t trust, walk around with a stick
Rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6,
Don’t trust your
than yours
I'm just on some other shit
I'm all about the beats and the lyrics
So when you hear it you can feel it
The vibe is energized by
than yours
I'm just on some other shit
I'm all about the beats and the lyrics
So when you hear it you can feel it
The vibe is energized by
Runnin with the wave get ya killed quick
But we don't no wave dump yo body in a lake bitch
Mid-West representer aint no ocean round my state trick
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
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