Lyrics:
the buddha bless bless my head and the eyes are red
Comin' for ya, 3-2-1 nice to know ya
You wanted to pop junk
So now it's like a little Vigor
I outta
to my chosen under an apple tree
"Let's get married," I don't walk, I get carried
By a motorcade of voter-age women on rollerblades
In cute sleeveless
A pine-log shack a mile off the state road
Daddy took odd jobs, momma raised us three
Times were mean, and our home was a haven
It was all we had,
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about
You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under
milk?)
6, 5, 4
(yo chill what's up what's up?)
3, 2, 1
Now what am I mad about?
(i don't know man)
In my particular style, I rhyme a while
Then I
Hot! Tell me anything you want
Every little thing you say to me
Every little thing I think of you baby
-3-
Honey, what you mean to me
Is more
and three loud cheers
Pirate rowed ashore for their fair bloody share
Town crowd shouted out, "Viva le roi"
Twenty more cannons, thirty-four muskets
Headed
shit, I give you what you paid an not a dolla less
That's big timer shit
White colla' shit, so I jet
I see some niggas casin' the set
Hangin' out by
nigga alive
(It's do or die) The motto that I live by
(It's suicide) Testin me line for line
(So who am I?) The one and only Myke Miers (2x)
[ VERSE 2
but as soon as the, grind get hard
you put yo time in God.
Verse 1
It's in our blood
thuggin
til the days of my death
my last breath taken by the ATF
to question always sweatin' you
they sayin' you actin' funny and they pest from you
they testin' you like you ain't be true
but the lessons by they else tellin'
You don't want to see me
You're not into wasting time
You think I wont but believe me
I'll stand right by your side
And if you go you'll
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
me?
Girl you better know the whole world respects me.
Come by the fire, chill with a player.
How you admire these words that'll save ya.
(Chorusx2)
I want to CBS, bitch
(Chorus w/ slight variation)
(Verse 3)
Least but not last, I'll blast an informant
Until he has the cash to put end to his
Leaves are falling under my wings
I hear a young boy cry "Why my father, why my mom
How can I say goodbye"
It ain't easy to get by again
Maybe we
not much for looks
And no hero out of books
Is my man
Two or three girls has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him!
I don't know why I
Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by
I say to myself you're such a lucky guy,
To have a girl like her is truly a dream come true
sleeping in
Days seem like they're decades
And minutes pass like years gone by
But still i sit here wasting the time of my life
California dreaming
But I don't dare think of what my life
Would be without you
Verse 3 :
Now I'm so sure
And love still feels now
And I'm no longer lost inside
en el trabajo tambien la consumo
como saco un cinco consumando un deis resando dispues
el mundo esta a mis peas
(Yo Scribe I need 300 pounds by
don't know the click so just listen here
Trik Turner on the one's DBX on the two's
3's for them off beat crews like you's
Back middle to the front
knocked and snitched too ya bitch knew time you faced you didn't hide the safe now she's fuckin in your fly estate by the fireplace my shine stay laced mind
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