Lyrics:
smokin that killa
Because we know we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo
I even gotta tight what cut
One squaddy, horrifically burnt in the Falklands War,
Was approached by Prince Charles during a presentation.
"Get well soon" said the Prince,
rollin' with them Brooklyn boys
You know how I be when you start livin' large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach Scott
right now
But I'm too pussy to do it, so I'm hurting right now
I don't even know how I'm working right now
And I could be smoking but this loud ain't
of the Brown Crowd
That is so rough and so tough
Crazy bad wicked the worst and when I'm through
When I rewind a verse
So you could go ahead and try to put me
Gotta go bye bye
All a thug could do is cry, cry
Why they kill my dog?
And man, I miss my Uncle Charles, y'all
And he shouldn't be gone, in front
but the man wasn't doing it
But that's the only excuse she could give him
He said, "Mama, I can't take it. I've got to leave you. I'm gonna leave
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I saw your eyes your eyes fall
You didn't wanna cry
So you kept your eyes closed
I could be great i'm on my way
If I
numba'
Brown eyed girl
Hotter than the summa'
Around you I get dumba'
I could be your one
Brown eyed girl
Listen miss beautiful
I can be your
Gotta go bye bye
All a thug could do is cry, cry
Why they kill my dog?
And man, I miss my Uncle Charles, y'all
And he shouldn't be gone, in front
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
as the Fonz, and deadly as Charles Bronson
I'm Gonzo, you can call me Travie S. Thompson
Go ahead, and you can choose a similar path
But don't cast yourself up
of me
I act all happy but I’m hurting you won’t see that side of me
I’m emotionally uncertain
Cause you brown skin troubles me
Brown skin why you had
they straight ate him up
And since these copy cats
Like to go so hard with acting and stunting
I'm ma come and then
Drunkin' monkey, Kung Fu junkie
Chun
told me once, "Ross, this is God's plan"
I'm like "aw, man", a man run a label like "Amen"
Sign a Ray Charles, I could see it all
A lot of undercover
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you're
You see I can be happy and you we can be happy
We can be happy oh happy day happy day
I'm elder Mac Brown from the old school
Trying to sound like
Man life been so hard on me
By the grace of God I still get through
I know somebody watching over me
N now that you gone I hope you do too
I can't
right by your side
Don't cry for me I'm right by your side
Fly high baby boy fly high
Fly high baby boy fly high
Don't cry for me I'm flying so high
Don't
rollin' with them Brooklyn boys
You know how I be when you start livin' large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach Scott
own race
And loving this way
How could you turn me so on
I’m not so free all along
Making me feel so wrong
Believing I belong
In a cell or grave
Oh
what I'm sayin'?!
Remember Mork & Mindy? We used to sit back, Happy Days
you know what I'm saying? We 'bout to set it, but yo!
Kids ain't playin'
the autumn leaves are falling to the ground
When the air gets cold
Then I think of us, of you and I
And it almost makes me cry
So sad and kind of bitter
don't get no sleep, I'm up awake
Can't stop thinking of you and me
And everything we used to be
And could have been so perfect
Still I cry, I cry, I
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