Lyrics:
boutta' go dim
You must be crazy to not come with Him, Nobody greater He got all the gems safe
I was all in a lie but the grace then took me up out it
know after you have done all you could do
And you can't take no more, then you go downtown
You get your big baseball bat
And you come back
know after you have done all you could do
And you can't take no more, then you go downtown
You get your big baseball bat
And you come back
The next hour, the world is yours
Let's do it it's live? Already?
Cool, uh huh we're back on Westwood, bitch
Huh
Freestyle king, I'ma do my thing
Married
a cemetery
Then i go and catch a ferry
Let me catch you staring at a mother fucking monster
We gone have a mother fucking problem
We could take it outside
If the eyes are the windows into the soul
The mind's door is the mouth, the key is control
Sensi out the chimney, no lumber or coal
You can smell it
a flight
Let me land on it
Hope you wont fold under pressure
Get in maybe lay in it
Pull out and play in it
Stay in it
Know you can't keep it together
Both
They packed up all his buckles and shipped his saddle to his dad
And by the way the house looked, she must have took it bad
The workers come
to
Now is the time to
Show us what you got
Get up get up, tear it to the ground yeah
Get up get up, let it all out
Get up get up, tear it to the ground
It's been eighteen years since I've seen you in the streets
Your up for parole heard the word this week
My cousin Flip come at home damn it's been
wouldn't let the beta die
Build rapport, as he thinking it's something he owe
Asked her out in-person she said, I'll let you know
Likely curved but he gave
all the shit your not seeing
Get me the reason to defeat 'em. Never wanna be 'em
This is how I greet 'em
Killing season. Let it ease in
Never squeezing.
riddle
Like it when I hit that spot and it jiggle
All them other hoes out of the picture
Been a minute I been tryna get with you
When I get It, I could
, and it turns out all wrong
You know why?
'Cause all the others specialize in plastic
Boogie Down Productions specialize
In classics
Classical Hip-Hop,
Turn on, tune in, and make it go
This land of ones and zeros
It grows too fast to know exactly when
It swallowed you whole
Plug in, zone out, give up
or lunching just look at time
I want them buns out
Chilling with tequila an lime
And you mine
You mine (mine)
You hot like a griddle
I like to touch
Let it
be knowing I'm goin hard for it
When it come to this work you know I'm all for it
Im running circles speeding by em like a nascar
All the way all
She blowin' up my phone, sayin' let's do it all night
I said bring your friends with you and then she said alright
The way she gets all of my thang
pussy all on fire
Bitches say I highside, hoe it ain't no thang
Y'all just blinded by the diamonds the Pimp, the pinky rang
You ain't never seen how
pussy all on fire
Bitches say I highside, hoe it ain't no thang
Y'all just blinded by the diamonds the Pimp, the pinky rang
You ain't never seen how
will be exposed
But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light
So that it may be seen plainly that what they have done has been done in the sight
Watch it all fall together
To make a greater scene from the lesser
Let the wind take me like a feather
And know wherever the land meets me is where
all just lunacy?
Let's take a blast to the moon baby
I sit around wishing you will
How I'm craving you yeah
Every time I'm near you
I always wanna
standing by, aye
But, what you don't know is
Once we get started, it will go on and on
And it won't stop till I
See her love come down
And it won't stop
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