Lyrics:
Kinda like that Honda, I'm built for abuse
She's just living in the big machine
Looking for forgiveness, she don't want to get mean
World keeps turning,
Celebration
Baby girl you gotta be patient
In the Benz got me Racing
Imma roll up to your crib
By the station
My Party got you looking Bada
Turn
And she call me Santa
She be calling my phone for my big chocolate stick hoping that I would answer
And she liking the way i pull up on her just
bitches
Drowning all my sorrows in bottles of yack
And a quarter ounce of dro want a rap
I'm bout to snap
Here come the big pay back
Looking up
selling it
Come on the block, bitch I'm doing all this shit
Them suckers looking over there looking is irrelevant
I got a boatload coming from Mexico
too
This is all about us but I'm focused on you
I'll give you the world in a minute
I been looking at you for a minute caught by beautiful eyes
Darkness
When I was a kid, I rode crates on a skate
And I ate everything mama put on my plate
Niggas walked around packin' BB guns
Knock on your door
understand, someone who feels the same.
When you live in a cookie cutter world being different is a sin.
So you don't stand out. And you don't fit in. Weird.
be big forever
Eko
Lagos gon be big for e yeah yeah yeah
Straight out of Lagos
Came down to Joburg
About to take over Africa
Agege Bread To The World
Yeah, yeah
When I go outside, you're looking at me like I'm not human
An unknown creature from out this world, it's a mutant
Bothered by the way I'm
only debate with my equals, all others I teach.
It's a black man's world, I'll paint a perfect picture, if you read between the scriptures You'll see
could never cope with that
Got so much problems, so much I can't get over yea
A couple million there, surrounded by millionaires
A dream I wish I get to,
the things, all the things they go do,
For this world go start,
When the teacher, schoolboy and schoolgirl jam together
Who be teacher?
I go let you know
When
the break you rap the cornbread hey
See I'm a big old black man a big old black man
A big old black wacky tacky black man
Born w/my mama arrived alone
over the world just by staying true
You can bang to the boogie and hang out all late
But get some money 2 fold cause the game don't wait
[Chorus:
Just shovel a little good earth over my head
'Til everybody open up the hymn book and sing a happy song
Shall we gather at the river in the sweet by
to the ground
Right along with that bridge and learn to turn your back on me
Fucking with a wild, wild one
I did it for the streets with my mama in mind
I
I wasn't ready left my home and been alone huh
I know my pops was hurt my little brother felt worse
I was looking for my mama through the city now
fast car windows tinted they like who that
Yea I got the stage wait your turn lil nigga move back
Mama I'm going to shock the world
Gone bring you back
the scene
Didn't give a fuck, I was looking mean
Can't hear the doctor over momma's screams
Real nigga born outta daddy's seeds
Little homie growing up with
farewell)
Betrayed 10 times over
How could he ever get over it
But God made my nigga a king by the next Passover
You niggas really think I'm the king
blind to these lies, they die younger
In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children
Ten feet gates surround the building keep us
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
"All you see is" and then you know
Big, big, you know some block silver letters
That said "crime in the city' right?"
"It just took up the whole car?"
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