Lyrics:
Little did he know my soul was freshly bought
By the blood, blood of Christ, homie and he had to knock On my door
was built on pride with my roof missing
to deceive her, think I need Jesus
I'm just stackin' with my other hand, yea
Stackin' on my block with my other hand, right left
I'm just stackin' with my
Sounds akward
When you’re a walker
And they are talker
Talk, talk
Only a preach
They are so rich
Lies and facilities
No habilities
Just a young man with
And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority
Then he shall see shells
But not by the seashore if he gangbangin' or not
It's simple
catch me acting like I'm sweeping
I'll sneak out with sneakers, but light as a feather, my fathers so proud he conceived me
Yes!
Praise Jesus
and the downs are plenty
When you talk with the girl that you always desired
You busted a move but the move backfired
When life puts you in the little
on different times
Decline from nigga crimes
I'm fine just spitting rhymes
Read the signs, body language is loud
Cowards hang with the crowd
I ain't never
fucked eighteen prostitutes a night!
'Course, I'm dead now
I'm up here in Heaven, Lou Gehrig is up Here with me
God love Lou Gehrig, Jesus Christ, poor
Returning to dust
Saved by the blood
That is a must
I ain't the one
No Billy Jean
All for the son
That's my king
This that James 2
All praise to Jesus
Boy
It's fuckin' ice cold, right? Everyone's freaked out. They're like, ""Oh God, what the fuck's wrong with this guy?"" But sometimes people just quit
at uncle Slaton's 'cause he's getting on in years
You know he no longer travels but he's still pretty spry
He's not much on talk and he's just too mean
at uncle Slaton's 'cause he's getting on in years
You know he no longer travels but he's still pretty spry
He's not much on talk and he's just too mean
I just wanna slip to the right
I just wanna slip to the left
Girl with a big fat ass
Come shake that ass and swing to right
I just wanna slip
Intro
Now you've been entertained by
two greatest djays in the whole wide world
The man call principal Charlie Chaplin and
I man the colonel take
In my room again
Sitting by myself
Phone stands still
No real talk
Just the internet
These personalities will talk to me
Why do I feel so damn bad?
And the spirit a we soul them detain it, ayy
Full time we take back the mother land
Nuh separate unite with your brothers and
Yuh sisters come together and just
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
If I were God there would be no explicit sex on T.V.
Like little Opie eating pie when he made it with Aunt Bea
If I were
Clutch Rambis
Talk the intro about the gold chain being the 80s lakers ( baseline only)
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Rambis in the clutch mic grip
Nothings new to me
million by the age of 22
Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor
James from Piru street with them boulders
Rest in peace little Noopy he
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
how I 8 things?
Haaaa
I ain't even gon keep going with that
Whoa
Whoa
Bullshit
Let's talk about
Aye
All your bullshit
Let's talk about
Let's talk about
you start to do better
Lets talk our ancestors
Black wall street was movie theaters hospitals
Madam CJ Walker was a millionaire
Introduced the cocoa
Cut Throat
Billy Nix, Little, Nickle, Cha, upmost
Respect dawgs, expect your neck cut rope
The barrel of the Swiss, whole tec up close
If the block
Ekaterinka came to this country with nothing
A chubby little tub-of-goo with a top like a muffin
To say that she was chubby though didn't describe it
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