Lyrics:
like a thong
And it's survive for the strong
Living outside the laws of this crooked world
I was born touched
My Young niggas in the wild life
hide forever
But never loose his face
So I saddled up my seahorse
With a fly-rod in my hand
I was not looking for salvation
Just a salty piece of land
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
of tolerance and unity
We're killin' with impunity so get that money
Fuckin' America
Fuckin' America
Welcome to the land of closeted tomfoolery
We're dyin' by
Ah! Well this ah di big bod Nicki Minaj
(Kingston)
And dem should know! (JR! We back)
I was just a player in the game of love
'Til she came
spent the rest on the latest styles
A thong underwear that drove me wild
Back in the room, I tried them on too
On our hillbilly honeymoon
Well, it's
playing
Welcome to the land where all are swaying
We're sitting here watching our beer's go wild
This is lager sipping country back in the woods
Jamming
who care
About what's gonna happen to you in a year from now
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand
Maybe I'll be there to share the land
That
care
About what's gonna happen to you in a year from now
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand
Maybe I'll be there to share the land
That they'll be
who care
About what's gonna happen to you in a year from now
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand
Maybe I'll be there to share the land
That
The wild boys are calling on their way back from the fire
In August moon's surrender to a dust cloud on the rise
Wild boys fallen far from glory
around
And aint no turn in down
I'm a turn it up
No turnin down
I'm a turn it up
And turn it out
I'm a make the crowd
Go wild
Police come around
because I'm kind of a Hopeless Romantic
Once in a while, I like to make up stories
About the time in the future when we've just turned forty
We'll repeat
your head wide open
Hopin to spot a chip in this frame
I lived and died by the burnin flame
Of the OK Corral Cowboy style
From the Quarters
& aint no tellin when my ass is finna land
I been the man
I ran it up so quick when i was in a jam
Been ducking all them bitches less i get to whoop her
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
At a glance, it may seem romantic
My beautiful island of enchantment
Subjected to all these atrocities
Imposed by U.S. philosophies
When I trace my
at home
If I don’t make it, then I made this song
For you for you for you
Shake it with some ass
Baby baby need some class
Got me loving la la land
Got me
destroyed by the nations aggravations
Riots in the train stations, criminals grabbin' cops
Snakes rattlin', angels draggin'
Seven head dragons out the Roman
You run up in this bitch, ah air yuh ass out
I'll blow you down, send yuh ass back wrapped up like a gify
Pick it up lil bitch, pick my balls up
Pick
the way that I am behaving
It's got a hold of me
Grabbing me, rapidly
Romantic dancing
Dreams are made of this, yeah
Everybody, come on get
Let’s get away from here
Wild in the night we’ll run
Into the love we lost
I’ll be fearless and young
You’ll be alive and free
As we play under
to 5
In her own world
She's a writer for the times
Turning memoirs
And pushing progress by the line
A frequent of the front page
Ms. New York city prime
I took myself out walking
By the evening I was running
I hadn't done this for a long while
My friend said cheer up, it was high time
But can't
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