Lyrics:
us sober
Stop drinkin King Cobra, and niggas'll take the world over
It's all up to you (up to you)
Blame the Korean, blame the jew, or be a crooked
chemical flows in whose rivers?
But who cares right?
Cos you look pretty fly tonight, dressed up going out tonight
In your new threads
Pain the town red but
My name Stoyacavic
Talking bout money
Yeah I gotta lot of it
Spilling spaghetti
All over my Prada fit
Yeah riding round the city
Pushin 1k 250
I
build a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
We'll say: No man,
But you can do the job
When you're in town
build a snowman
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
We'll say: No man
But you can do the job
When you're in town
build a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
We'll say: No man,
But you can do the job
When you're in town
a snowman
And pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say are you married?
We'll say no man
But you can do the job
While you're in town
Later on we'll
hatas can't fade
Riding thick like a parade, shutting all blocks down
Bout to show the whole world, how that H-Town clown
[H.A.W.K.]
Make way, for
a 5star crib
New day Mombasa
Karibu Naivasha
Am talking about
A sencond heaven on earth is my town
With beautiful people wazito na warembo
When it comes
strapped to my side
I call it Charles Angel
Watching over me and mine at all times
I could pop off from any angle
I'm a generous individual, get it twisted
a wonderful gift, time, sent from above
It's nice to see all your friends hanging too
This festival of love is what's it's come to
People from all over have
we are I see one now
And it's snaking through the town, stop the car and set us down
Hey Hey, it's a long way down the line
We're standing by
of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv?
Kim is yo' flow hot?
Wessyyrr-fa-liv-ni ya!
("Throwin up the W" Ice Cube) 2X
Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin up?
("Throwin up the W" Ice Cube)
All you busta ass
brown
Zone out, turn the lights off
Ant boogie, what up? Uh-huh
In the crib, with my wiz, getting my grown man on
Listening to classic soul, with
Murder
And them somebody gonna get stomped out by a nigga that's wearing Timbs
New York was killing me
New York was killing me
New York was killing
or your Legend or your Benz
The rave of the town to your foes and your friends
So push it, along, trails, we blaze
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve
to do for now
But I'ma break it down when I get by your town
I love it, girl
The way you bring your light into this room
I love it, girl
The way your
homies
Why? Cause all the homies on me
Hey yo all the digital gonna have to do for now
But I'ma break it down when I get by your town
I love it girl
they had to make a movie about the town
but called it Nino Brown
That bullshit New Jack City
is really based upon this place we call Crack City
Oakland,
round a melody,
Mystery, mirror of history.
Taking over all my reveries
Hearing passions in the melodies
Play it up and down so wearily
Stumbling,
freedom to go about saving the earth and the ozone, we should start by paying all those dirt-poor coca farmers in South America and out-of-work loggers in
and pink whit though
Fucked over by me
You should star in a porno
Im a go to town on your ass and I will bite
Rolls named washington
No coke just powder
to be
The party's over and there's less and less to say
I got new eyes, everything looks far away
Well my heart's in The Highlands at the break of day
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