Lyrics:
and me
Talkin' Ezekiel with Kenny Rivero within the South Bronx
Theophilos showed me the honesty when the sound's off
Babies in Moscow shaving hair off
the king in a crown of thorns
You lost; I thought by now that you would have stopped fighting
But you're still out there, scratching and biting
I won; I'm
Yeah
I'm a L.A. brawler, Gracie Academy hallway loiterer
More shows get my pre-orders up
Six deep, packed in a Ford Explorer
I toured the whole
their friend?
We gonna go down south
Some of that south funk, you know what I'm saying?
What you really know about the dirty south?
Ha ha, check this out
with us
That south side, they fuck with us
By Detroit, they fuck with us
That Mississippi, they fuck with us
That Cincinnati, they fuck with us
You fuck
in them cages
Don't you get in my way cuz you ready know how my aim is
Turn all my street niggas to some king's Lebron James'n (Aye aye)
Woke up and I
King
y los Wannabe no se mencionan por aquí;
si ya me caí hasta del destino me reí,
esta sheet solamente la caga el Pinche Homies
Estilo y flow del más
Here's jewels to live by
Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed
Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe
A bomb
Here's jewels to live by
Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed
Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe
A bomb
So beat it or be seated, Gee I'm mad undefeated
Young boy, you can't see me, run along and make pee-pee
I was rockin' rhymes when "La-Di-Da-Di" was
revelation,
The final conflict, it's near,
Ride me baby.
I love you,
I do,
I just get confused by the things that I do.
Baby, I am so complexed,
Oh, Oh,
Another crazy day, another day gone by
Hanging out in the hood of the crazy Eastside
Real shit
From real locotes
Doing it South Central style
At Venice by the ocean
Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion
There's gangsters all around
Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown
I pray L.A. can stay
niggas on the block that got that work to move
It's Weezy, baby, young'n from the Dirty South
Get up your dough, I'm putting birdies out
Like thirty
And the Dutch came through and killed them off for the rubber tree
King Leopold, city built from a sea of Gold
The RZA rector still trading on a silky road
Finally got a piece of the profit
Wine and cheese in the seat by the cockpit
I ain't mean for your bitch to be watchin'
I am me, she kept eyein' me
Dealing with these demons deep within these LA trenches
Dealing with these demons deep within these LA trenches
Dealing with these demons deep
Don't get blinded by my chains (Aye)
When it shines in your face (Tula Tula)
I'm with my nigga King K (K)
Rolling the Tari all day (Day)
Doing it the Tari
everybody wanna see
It's the City of Angels and constant danger
South Central LA, can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
& breast
Man, how could I lose?
And it features a King's feast
Serving tequila's with the entrees
Sun-tanning by the beach
Filled with Serena's & Beyonce's!
jail, downtown L.A.
I got processed, put on my county blues
And now I'm smokin' a hump, watchin' the news in the day room
A fool jumped up and said,
to boss the bull around
But does she really think that she will get by with a dream
My woman want to be a superwoman
And I just had to say good-bye
And try to boss the bull around
But does she really think that she will get by with a dream?
My woman want to be a superwoman
And I just had to say
for South Africa
And if Margaret jumps in, I start bashin her
for every freedom fighter start crashin her
And then Heather be will get nastier
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