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book!
here let me read you this one
Chrismas in Compton
it was a silent night, yes a holy night
until Mr. Claus turned into Santa muthafuckin' right?
to Indiana
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta
Louisiana, all my niggas with "Country Grammar"
Smokin' blunts in
We're from the block where it rains
Where we create barricades
Keep opposition away
That's why we are strapped with the K's
Don't get kidnapped from
O.K. by me in America
Everything free in America
For a small fee in America
Buying on credit is so nice
One look at us and they charge twice
O.K. by me in America
Everything free in America
For a small fee in America
Buying on credit is so nice
One look at us and they charge twice
O.K. by me in America
Everything free in America
For a small fee in America
Buying on credit is so nice
One look at us and they charge twice
at the fuckin' Ross
Ayy, but they la la so I think they in la la land
I can't stop till I get million dollars advance
20K and that just fallin' out of my pants
on me everyday, incase I gotta pave the way
Woke up negative 12k, all the bills I paid today
Nigga I'm so from the land, ima name my son LA
Ima name my
Ayo shaybi tell me wssup
Ndokhlo eal l3amer machi ghi sarf
L3aqa la gaema fiha da7k
L7ayat ghedara ghatji fik da9a
Gaema meahom i'm on the top
B7al
it's bale
Spend a hundred k on a Friday
Spent all my money on the pussy
Common sense couldn't teach me
Love ain't real no more in this generation it is
My Time Is On Lyrics By Black Neldy
Intro (Antre) (In Action)
Yeah! Ha ha haaaa...
M te di yo, Neldy tap vini pou yo...
Ha ha haaaa... Neldy get
curfew
On the stage for free no can do
Had to live ma life with a virtue
S'vali deal want that shit in Black and White
K dot ma hitta we gon be alright
to Indiana
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta
Louisiana, all my niggas with "Country Grammar"
Smokin' blunts in
to my players left in the slammer
From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee
money's not a problem
I did it like cli-Baba had to walk some miles
I was in a forest always guided by the stars
Even if you don't know who I am
Bô ti ta bá
cuz I shoo do do do
I'm here na na na, n I sing la la la
N I'm bigger and better this time
Take all the steps in the world
But you can't get to me if
Rugen las gun machine
In the hood no descansa la sed my nigg
Las leyes la poli permiten las transa
Y to' lo que acontece aquí
Tu lo viste sí
No venga
d'un talent inouï
Écriture maladive a.k.a. syndrome 8 Mile
J'rappe juste pour laisser ma trace
Ils sont tenaces
J'suis là pour un bon moment donc faites
Mkonnenw pran kou deja
It’s ok
Se mwen k la Konnya
It’s ok
Mkonnenw pran kou deja
It’s ok
Se mwen k la Konnya
I wanna do right by you
Ride and die too
Mvle
K-Dot real life
Was the same life they see on TV, huh?
Niggas wanna flex on me and be in L.A. for free, huh?
Next time they hit the 10 freeway, we need
replay
I'ma be the man, and I know that you feel it
Fast-forward, in five years in LA in a Bentley
I been a Renaissance, finna send a bomb
Hit him in
folies
Quand j'prends le micro
L'couplet je l'ai serré
Comme mes lacets
Big up à koba
La loi du grand K
Demander à Kaaris
Ça vient d'civ
Viens pas pour
blow you away
I'm in LA
I'm popping these pills they tryna throw them away
Take me away
Just take me away
Take me away
Busting them K's
Shoot at yo
the last year?
In the city you ain’t got up off yo’ ass here
Try to turn it on me like “K ain’t you livin here”?
Stupid, I seen more change than a cashier
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