Lyrics:
a pimp in your girls prom pictcha'
I watch mc's die like soldiers in war
Everybody for them self so there ain't no score
This niggas was bust a verse that
then bust a nut
Dear Lord forgive me but my future's lookin' dirty and plain
I don't see shit but the motherfuckin' paper I make
My daughter's older
around**
Now how do rumors get started
Started by the jealous people
Lookin for a ? when a man and a women have a good relationship
And they trip then they
error, the apprentice turned teacher, preacher turned God
Couldn't reach ya, just a façade, the main feature
Modified for blogs, podcast the past
homie copan hagein.
(andre)
Like canadian bacon you know I'm makin a way,
For me to get like on every plate, in every state,
Rap up hoes down, 12th floor
Cure for AIDS in the West African cannister
The killing fields, cannon ball banish ya
Mach!
Sample yEAH BOY! - Flavor Flav
Fight the power, Spike Lee
brothers is dyin, some brothers gettin rich
Callin theyself 9-5 crack dealer pimp
Ain't that a trip, that's how I thought, fool
Lookin at these young bucks I
could go for 90, bet the kid is match fit
Girls on my page writing Sammy is a bastard
Thinking that they special but got treated like the last chick
could of stop fuckin' with me, leave me be
I'm good by myself
Playin' with bitches like me, bitches like me, be. bad for ya health
I, I, I, I
Should've
live the king
Where have you been?
Wha, me? Where ya been?
All around the world 'cause they pay me to sing
Now I'm skrrtin' around town in
really on shit, make a fool of ya (at all)
Learned how to shoot by myself, no tutor
Prime time bitch, but I'll probably get your Maybach popped (prime
a dose of Dramamine
For rap I'm a fiend, come and test my team
I school emcees 'cause I'm
The motherfuckin' dean
My cerebral cortex force
My trigger finger
top dollar,
Talk that smack, I'm poppin' my collar, and if you broke, then I ain't gonna call ya,
We in the hood, lookin' good, how you do that dere',
girl, until the end of time
You got me sayin'
Hold up, hold up, I'm losin control
I'm deep up in the pussy, way she lookin at me she know
That I'm about
in the diner
Searching for the villain by the name of "Miss Finer"
5-0 on the case and they ain't stoppin 'til they find her
Done with all these
kissin'
Look like I ate ya
Finna make your neighborhood look
Like a shooter, treyarch
Aim for the head or the chest
Look like we playin' darts
Never liked
apparent, could give a fuck if you don't like it
Must be phased by it, why your ass lookin'?
Mane look, I know I'm scorchin' in this motherfucker, settin'
right for real
Then i dont give a fuck
Hoes mad at me cause they niggas lookin at my butt
If he come my way then baby im sorry he good as took
I
swing by and i should hurry
But when i get there its another story
She greets me at the door lookin all sexy
Touchin me like she wanna do me
I gave it
I got my '89 Silverado all shined up
Headin' for the back forty lookin' for mud
These Firestone AT2's won't get stuck
But don't be fooled by what
by the motel sign
And she says,
hey there mister, so nice to see ya, I heard you broken the law,
Now we can't be too loud and you better be quick
to get his name cursed
Armed to the teeth, carry metal like a change purse
Make a list of raw motherfuckers, put my name first
Every single line is by
Streetlight feels like some narcotic (that's right)
I stumble alone
Lookin' for home
An' no door key in my pocket
So I double back
I retrace my tracks
on a Sunday,
Lookin' for love and the wrong way to Monday.
Come with me and we'll rock till the sun sets,
Up until dawn, I don't care where the time went
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