Lyrics:
be your son
Your daughter, your mama your father
Shot down in the street by a racist cop
But the cop is a black man try to use my
Rights but still I'm
Watching that, watching this
Want me dead, Apocalypse
You Owen shit, I ain't talkin' Ricks
And I'm with my dogs like I'm Michael Vick
Watching that,
know Michael and George
At the rifle store
And Joselito, by the Home Depot
He gon tell his people put
Needles in your peehole (Gracias)
Your rapping is
on Marni on Marni on Marni on Marni on me
Call up Cole Myer
Walk down feel like I’m Michael Myers
My side bitch keep tryna slash my tires
Street n***a we
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
I ball in my feelings
Too much
I'm feeling lost
And the feeling is rough
I know
Michael Phelps with the shit
Man that's tough
Like the drip
Don't
payed a fee for the D I ain't no volunteer
We ain't bros you by mad I'm on I feelin like abel
Member watching dvds we ain't have cable
You see me trynna
'cause you wear a badge
I know my skin white, but this time on the track
I'm using my voice to stand up for our blacks
And our browns, and the Georges
play, we drop them, we drop them
Bitch, I'm by myself, bitch, I'm him
You play, I cut off your limbs
Your bitch wanna fuck the game
Had to tell her ass
much, much too late
Mm, well maybe we should all be praying for time
* original by George Michael
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I
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
Gaye, Michael Jackson, and Prince will remain!
James Ingram, Al Jarreau, Luther Vandross, more and more!
George Michael, Bee Gees, Bill Withers, Freddie
Gaye, Michael Jackson, and Prince will remain!
James Ingram, Al Jarreau, Luther Vandross, more and more!
George Michael, Bee Gees, Bill Withers, Freddie
(M1 on the beat)
Bands, hmm
Ay, yo
I'm masked up like Michael Myers
Said, "Bando throws up O's"
When they all throw L's 'cah bare man liars
I
I'm kissing the devil coochie, finger in her ass
I love the sight of human flesh ripped by glass
I'll stalk a motherfucker while they on they way
your fantasy
Bored with ya life said u need a spark, bored with the light so you love in the dark
Enchanted by the wine enchanted by the chain, baby gurl
make you wanna
Make you wanna protect yourself, protect your own
Cause see they killed my sister in her own home
Tray I hate that you gone… I'm trying
to rebel, soldiers it's time to rebel
I don't want to live in 1984 as written by George Orwell
Yu might put ma body in the dungeon
But dragon
Yu can't put
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto rooter
Bringing you music to get your shit together
By the band in the tidy bowl of your brain
(What was that long
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
nächsten Jam hin
Verbrenn' im Moment jeden Wannabe-Freestyle-Champion
Man kennt ihn - Ja, kein Abschluss, keine Lehre
Bushaltestelle, suchte doublerhymes
them used lots of skills
But when worlds collide, said George Pal to his bride
I'm gonna give you some terrible thrills, like a
Science fiction
Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total
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