Lyrics:
marching to the beat in this dream
Free at last free at last
Martin Luther King
Ready for the action
Moon walker on the planet
Dancing with Janet
You make
gunning
Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day
Reach my surroundings when I move
Out cause dudes envy
Something like Prince Akeem 2 in the semi
Super soak ya, anti-social
For the mail I'll go
Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
Heads up, drawz wet like parch steam
Chrome Benz, big drips Remi Martin
Short gal a pull up fi di tall ting
Di don cause scene as mi walk in
Gal start
ain't a damn thing funny
They ain't hatin' on the music, they hatin' on the money
[E-40]
My house so silly, my money so silly
I make more in a week
gunning
Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day
This Nigga just bought eleven machine guns
And he brought them in my crib
Glittered out, stout face, teck, Rae up in the Hilton
Heard Nia Long
all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me
my queen
You got over him when I got in between
Watching Martin on TBS as it was tedious
For us to eat TV dinners every time we was famished
But it
(By Tracey Bryn & Martin Brett)
He's walking slowly - he is in no hurry
He is walking to the slaughter of the hell that's called routine
She arises
a well to do n****
Code switch up on par,
With obama on the court and in the courtyard of the white house
See benevolence was never the virtue I held
Microsoft Word in the early 2000's and blow you away
Huff puff blow house down, that's how the wolves do bidness
Enclave on ya'll cave, no swine, no more
the grind
And we finna jump the line
Im south beach in miami
Ready in my ferrari
Officer shinin' rounds
On my 07' astin martin
Baby got a jaguar
But I
You can only smoke in your apartment
Under a blanket, with all the lights out? Is that the rule now, huh?
The cops are outside, "We know you have
Up early in the morning,
Waken by the sound of my cell phone,
Donny Hathaway singing on the ring tone.
Was a homie that I went to school with,
just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther
And you could choose to, sit in front of your computer
Posin' with guns, shootin' YouTube up
Or you
Burtram, burtram redneck!
Jimmy:
I'm an awful nice guy.
Worked all day in the sun.
I'm a roofer by trade,
Quite a bundle I've made,
I'm a unionized roofin'
you doing it then do it right
Te ban sun ke sleep tight
420 vibes to Arizona I no like to miss flight
Girls be like cum inside
In a house by
cigarettes
Blasting U2 and The Pixies on an old Maxell cassette
Black nails shaved head Doc Martin's little Rock n roll queen
Got pregnant in 11th grade
of ballers, Inglewood, we love it!
Live from LA, this way that-a-way
Slide in the hid-house
Feeling burned did-out
Kick of your shoes and relax your feet
(how?)
But that nigga Kanye West really love her
He went and bought the house directly across the street from her (Gangsta)
She could do her but not in
Coupe quater mili my duffel was fendi, Off of the act taking trips 1 of many
Im on the block wit a glock and a semi I ran in that house for
Doc Martins and cotton Ts
Blessed to death with his daddy’s genes
Skinny body by creatine
I think I’ll make him fall in love with me
Yeah
Get him
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