Lyrics:
drive a man insane
Time passes slow down on Mulberry Row
where sorrow never ends
off in the night to the north pass for white
never to be heard from
live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's a no no (no no)
And I got it for the low low (low low) we getting rich off this coco
I live by
to the quay
‘til she found that note on her door
It’s just hard to feel alone
It’s just hard to feel alone
Her friend Debbie well she moved down to Houston
having a diamond chain
I could care less about grabbing fame
Move to fast like road rage
Palm trees swanging like the doors mayne
Thats Houston, cause they
happy world
With a bow and arrow
From this sweat on my back to my bone marrow
My home pharaoh i'm so thorough
I live out in the Brooklyn bro
When I'm from
All I see is the bullshit the red doors and the full clips I'm sitting in a a booth full of pity damn I should have made a milli by now
The name is
So Fine Featuring J. Rob, Isaiah Sharkey & Eric Gales
Written by: Bobby Ray Sparks II & Antoine Smith
BOBBY SPARKS MUSIC (BMI), ANTOINE SMITH
MIXED
That's how it goes on Saturday Nite
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)
[Eyce]
Eyceurokk consists of three:
First is Rokk
a god, let me be strong
I'ma vote for you
Oh, I'ma vote for you
I came from the sticks, we called it the crick
Surrounded by rednecks, I still wanted
Thrilling for a sport building fortresses of cardboard
Bait mazers straight razors shape the horror door
Duct tape the shutters shut walking down
a drunk and not give a fuck
I do a drive-by in my grandmas truck
A G daddy left me at the age of three
Now every South Side crack-head pagin' me
Chill
(Woop woop)
It’s the police, freeze
Please get down your knees
Nigga
All that I see on the screen
Violence and brutality
It’s world war 3 in these
from the future
Usain, who me? More like loser
Wanna see my trophies? Well I brought a few sure
Here they are! Better pack your bags cause the rest are
Still spit flame and flem
Reside by the side of the road
No likkle man steps
No we don't act like them
Said no we don't act like them
I was raised in LE3
the head to the feet
Going out sorry that could never be me
Fall down down twice and I stand up 3
Flight to Chicago when I gotta get right
Tequila
you turn off (turn off)
You act aggravated and you burn off (burn off)
I'm from Houston and I get hyped (real hype)
Freak a lotta girls cause I'm
high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school
navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ?, pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything
Clout chasing gangsters, don't live dangerous
They talk about the streets but they don't know danger
Always speaking on beef, they just know about
a Nantucket
Then go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
det va' nåt?
Det tror do va?
Take a chance on me
(instrumental)
Nu gå den långsammare än förut.
Nej. 1-2-3-4.
Det
Hop out the coupe
No keys for the foreign
Got three or four cars
I keep out in Houston
No need for a mortgage
I flat out just bought it
Nobody can
from all communication, our closure was next to none
That was just me being dumb
Deep down I wasn't either
But I'm so damn stubborn, my stupid pride had
numbers
I changed my life wit the quickest, for real and laid down the D
I ain't sellin' no mo' but you can still catch me in the hood
I'm from
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