Lyrics:
feeling like Aladdin
We ain't got to argue no matter what let's shine
We go hand and hand like lemon to my lime
Beauty in your face girl you is the dime
Ups
talk, I walk on by
Exotic spices
If your mouth can't tame the meaning
Careful of the faces you're seeing
A dread of the past [In threat of the past]
You
By Now Ya Been Fucked Loose Just Like c Toto
-Verse 1-
Hear the truth
Ridiculing you never change
In a Mad city
Murder grove
Gun shine state
Where
It's a shame when you know when you know this
When you roll your eyes back in your head
Fall asleep again and you're wakened
By the sounds of your
a diseased Etheopian! (That shit's wack...aight, fuck that....aight, hold up....aight, c'mon....Wait I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball a second
find me I’m stuck on deuce ace
Niggas behind me get shot in your face
Lean like a car that was rolling on flats
Gotta stop by the store just to get me
find me I’m stuck on deuce ace
Niggas behind me get shot in your face
Lean like a car that was rolling on flats
Gotta stop by the store just to get me
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
on the road I'm on the chase
Stay up and pray for what's coming my way
Checking the time and I look at the face
And the look on my face put you in a grave
You
like you got a black pass
Quit saying the n word like you outlast
Hardships and pass with difficult options
I had to face this shit from a racist prick
So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7
Rolled them motherfuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point,
again
Poppa robbed 7-11 so now he sittin' in the pen
Ain't no presents up under the tree for me
No toys to enjoy, 'cause Mama's unemployed
Your boy
untold
Myriad seashells that shine just like gold in the sun
Seven bells for the guardian angels
For the captain they ring out at three
And one lonely toll
Try to wash the pain
She's a taken girl, I want her but there is no way
I hate the pretty face
Stuck in my brain and I know she doesn’t feel the same
Flashback to when you graduate
Had to come by
Had to see you make your way
You didn't want me coming
Cause I couldn't save face
Though I did for you
gotta room setup for all the Spatians
Meet us on Mars, don't need a spaceship
The crew is deep, with multi color faces
Play to earn, in it to win it
Got
Yeah
MTNMN
Let's go
Never settle till its after seven
And the headache comes and we miss our beds and
The light comes in I think Ethans dead and
I
dawg to my biggest critic
Now I'm Mike Vick with 7 when i see you
We don't hear no see no speak no
Fame could make a nigga get evil
Money make a nigga
I'm beating all my past records
Got them queuing up, some of them coming back for seconds
Feeling like Oprah if she was like seven
Yo before I know it I
was hired
The second shows you how to get there
He makes it easy he's plain and square
The third and fourth walking by your side
They are a gift
yen)
Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men
Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement
The pretty face men
(Slug):
I'll take seven emcees, put ?em in a line
Shoot ?em and sell their clothes to get my wisdom teeth pulled
From here on out I'm grabbing
Just about then the answers started comming. Sweet, sweet joy.
Thudding in the clock face, whining off the walls,
Reaching up to where he sat there,
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