Lyrics:
My nigga bangin hard
Kirkin out all a frantic
Some bammas rolled up on him like they was gonna let him have it
And normally it wouldn't be me who he
Punk police are afraid of me, huh
A young nigger on the warpath
And when I finish, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops dyin' in L.A.
Yo, Dre, I got
every semester
I make music that's secular
Ask any magazine editor
I be doing this ting like nobody does it
Them boy there don't exist on the register
I
ain't gon let it spray
The chopper don't got any bodies if a nigga keep on talking we gon add one by the end Of day
He talkin like he want some problems
Hunt sabs coming to you ruin your day
You're fucking evil and by the way
Angry hunt sab come thru with the axe
And you know we coming straight for
If somebody's gotta pay
It's gonna be a hell of a day
Cuz ain't nobody getting away
Lay yo ass down or get slayed
Somebody gotta pay, guarantee it
somebody, family need it they'll steal if they know you got it,
God forgive me I been hurt by a couple niggas
That's why I wake up say my prayers and be
should've trusted my gut
Now I stick to my guns if you want the smoke you don't got the lungs
Gonna be a long day tryna fuck with me nigga better pack your
coo, coooo!
Okay. Good day. Welcome to our single. I'm Bob McKenzie and
This is my brother Doug.
How's it going, eh?
Beauty, eh?
Yeah, I
starting
Own blood , be hating
Talking , always debating
The outcast , I'm embracing (love it)
Fake love , so disgracing
Man on the moon , cudi (cudi)
Solo
that, I second and third that
Don't know what the f- I'd doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never turned back
Turned
fuck I just did to get my nut
When I slide pass the oops all they do is say wassup
Man pass me the p yea it's time to get loose
Member back ina days
night
I just upchucked my pills and Tom Collins
On Phil Collins, I mean Phil it was just a spill-chill
Bad upbringing I made Jerry's kids phone stop
Even on an island my mind works overtime
You might be a mile away
I still fear you’ll hear me say
Whatever it is that might be on my mind
But I don’t
ain't never seen nobody realer than the realest
You really ready to kill it when I step inside the buildin'
You feel it. If not than you never gonna be
long
Don't feel so bad (don't feel so bad)
There'll be better days (there'll be better days)
Don't go away mad (but by all means)
Just go away (go
feeling like nobody wants to get to know me
Regret it one day, you gonna be looking so phony
By my lonely
By my lonely
By my lonely
By my lonely
By my
couple weeks, and it's pain
But if I'm sittin' there, every day, my dreams slip away
Then I'll be broke and mummy will be actin' more funny than she's
Okay, this is the picture
Johnny's been hurt, he's hurt bad
Look, we can't leave him here, we can't
Look, he's in a pool of blood, he's gonna
had to clock out
Then I saw the lights, it wasn't right, and now the swat out
Cut the day, wake up again, and then repeat it
Grinding hard, dollar menu
So who you gonna call when
The airplane rolled up?
Supa Black Man, I'm a coked-up superhero!
Looking like a cross between
Tupac and Bob DeNiro
Like
old hoochie coochie man
A bad son of a gun
Got a John the conqueroot and got some mojo too
We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you
gonna stay where I am
God's got me movin' like my ancestor, Abraham
A black only child, so I can entertain
Believe it or not I've never road a train
Team
where I'm gonna be tomorrow (be tomorrow), living my life day by day (day by day) and I don't know where I'm gonna be tomorrow (be tomorrow) I don't even
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