Lyrics:
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
me up, hey
But you don't hear me though
Maybe you should turn me up, huh
Sit, way back, one hand on my wood grain
Top down, I can't hear
water turn sons to grandaughters
Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep
So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
Antidotes cause
to respond
Peddlin' sin, thinkin' maybe when you get old you realize
I'm not gonna fold or demise
(I don't smoke crack, motherfucker I sell it!)
Bitch,
tomorrow, put my back against the wall
How many leaders you said you needed then left for dead?
Is it Moses? Is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Martin
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
wrong.
We should move along,
I am fascinated by those
Unmoving in their convictions.
You don't open up your mind,
You place yourself under restriction.
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
of dead president heads on green, long papers
Then went and put dead president heads on mountains
How we ain't gon' make it?
You know what
I went from
counted on it swinging back
Prefer a two piece than a Rick James
Open handed five finger slap
But I fight on till I'm laying flat
Bandana on Hulkamaniaic
real ting (Yaah)
When dem see us we ah di real ting (Yaaah)
Hungry in ah di morning
Lion Food by di evening (Blaah)
You cyaan run from my head shot (No)
rid of powder puffs
You cowards are out of luck, you Howards know how to duck
Forty caliber loud as fuck, for now it's tucked
What? Rap niggas back
Silk scarf and a napkin hidden in a drawer
Two hundred bucks in an envelope labeled Lenore
"Maybe she shouldn't see this
She should never know"
Yeah
Think it's about time to share my opinion on some shit
Don't know if it's a good idea, but
We'll see what happens
Yo
Back in the day, in my
of the following chapters will
Highlight this reversal of
Perspective) And once you start on this path
It is hard to turn back
You will continue all the way
funny accents
And was willing to
Make herself beautiful, then
Grotesque, then absurd, then
Back again and here she is now, demure
By comparison, just
I'm a, a, a rolling stone (oh, oh)
And, and, and I keep turning (oh, oh)
You can try and hold on (oh, oh)
Ma-ma-maybe you should learn
You should
your pardon
I'll make my mark and find the target finish what I started
You scrubs are mesmerized by my power, it's retarded
I got the magic I'll wreak
Written in the Stars
In some Newton Oil Paint
When I craft my art, I favour Banksy
Man I'm Rich with life, I'm on my Antwi
You see I'll hold my weight
Until
Vet James Howard Allen With a gun
Officer Lefevers shot Mr Allen in his house twice; Allen died later like a bum
A family is grieving they had
without that?
Why do I always come back?
Oh, what I wouldn't do for you!
And I'm startin' to think that maybe you need me
Maybe you need me
Maybe you
gonna work? You know you owe me too much to stop."
John said, "I got a little workin' to do but I ain't goin' by your clock."
People said John was
without you
The truth? Man, doubtful
But every morning I wake
Perplexed by a complex that I been tryna sedate
Like how I still fucking love you after all
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