Lyrics:
My world comes to a stand-still
The keeper of your flame
I wanna be
Two hearts together
'Til eternity
Hand in hand
Side by side
Stride by
I ride around snuffin' them fo'-eighteens
In the back of a motherfuckin' big ass truck
Jump two rows back and get my dick sucked
Benzos, Lexus, Rolex
[Intro]
Yeah (yeah) [Repeat: x4]
Yeah (hell yeah)
Yeah!
[Chorus: x2 Andre 3000]
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo
round with my new bitch
I'm popping bottles and shopping and flying private to Maui
Living life, no excuses, don't give two fucks about you
You seen my
and cordial
But these feelings are
Twenty-twos a producer, new Zoo
These gorillas they let loose at
2: 45 on 245 street colt 45 and shoot
Walkin' outside
"Gen’lmen, we just havin’ church
Here" Six words which - directed at me and
A fellow soul buff at the Full
Gospel Tabernacle church by it's chuckling
Any ill feelings I harbor y'all can
Blame it on the vibe
Don't know when to let go
And let young souls die
See a nigga diss me, ain’t nothing new
You've got a brand new job
Work is hard and the sun goes down
But there's no reason not to love
I'm a wild eyed kid that's
Got no time for you
So you
guys last
Year, two years ago
Three -whatever you guys were seeing
Someone being suffocated by a
Perception being suffocated by people in
A position that
Then two days later they
Put us under lockdown
Then why are we not being told the truth?
By all the media outlets
And thе government lackeys
Why is this
Dancing
Like I'm James Brown or Michael Jackson
You came in set off a chain reaction
I can't control my two feet
You sure know how to move me
Was this old two lane just not enough
Did you get gone cuz shit got rough
Or did you move on and find somebody new
The only thing that changed about
nervous and told
I know you thought two-toned
Was something new
Everybody know how I hop on and
Play like a Madden game
By the way, I didn't graduate
I'm
: Lord Tariq
Aiyyo Gunz, I met this freaky (bitch) about a week ago
In New York, by the beacon yo, lookin like a sneaky hoe
Even though she
High life
We livin' that high life
Luxury
High life
Luxury
We livin' that high life
By now you should know how a sip feels
He say, "One more
the raw in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin'
chase that.
I remember chasin' the green, feelin' blue.
Only check I'm countin' is the mic check, 1-2.
All I wanted was the money and the fame
of the 2Pacalypse
Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp
They called us for assignment, one of the squad's
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
Light is shinin' beauty
a kiss,
A sigh is just a sigh;
The fundamental things apply,
As time goes by.
And when two lovers woo,
They still say, "I love you,"
On that
Even when he makes the rounds
There's been no two ways about it
High summer's got him low down
Checked in to the tiny village by the lakeside
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
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