Lyrics:
To all the men woman kids Little boys and girls
I am sending messages of love all across the world
You can be anything Just believe in your dreams
stay awake in my dreams
If there's all these nigz
Did I just compete
You tell me
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Worhi3
(hell)
Suppress your squad and fall on knees (knees), forget your girl and memories (memories)
Again, again and day by day (day), I’m growing world you
T had da power, hearing gunshots lickin' by the hour
When Too Short bumped in every supersport
And taught us all how to ride for the West Coast
(chorus)
even lie man that nigga really liked it
But that's when everything came burning down like all the joints that were beside him
Eventually this niggas in
backing out them
Benzes nah y'all ain't hear me
Now the Rolls Royce truck parked and stunt
On any car that park near me
Check the rollie homie I got time
like Will Smith with the steel
I could save the world when shit get for real
Skinny George Foreman, all in your grill
My rhyme style is blind, it's
Rude boy Ab-Soul top Dawg rottweiler
Just fall in this motherfucker like
Just tell me when, I'm ready baby
I been ready baby
Since 1987 sometime
Nigga back in the day
When a nigga had to play with the a-k
Boys had em all blown away
Nigga don't play
I be flippin' my lid
Sippin' my gin
Makin'
for the New World Order
Peakafeller, Rockafeller, fuck these mother fuck out
Illuminati
Regarde le ciel
Qu'est-ce tu vois
Juste des chemtrails
There's
To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed
But the tale goes on and years went by
Another drug came and the boy got high
Ever since that day, he just wasn't
move around
Take it out on the South we from H Town
With a big gun case it's round for round
We gon bust and bust till they all fall down
It's like that
I'm flashed out
Pass by your set
I'm boofed out
Drunk or on X
I never asked for your opinion
Gin and juice feel like snoop
Thats all I need in this
the hovercraft floatin' the Everglades
Whatever the setting
Count on three renegades
In bandanas, remind you of Santana
Joints fully auto, shells out of bananas
she a
Hoe
Catch me rocking out at the
Shows
Yuh
Rockstar living life
You’ll fall in love with my vibe
Only by god I abide
I do what I can to survive
so they fall out
Whip, double roof, dog barkin' on the dog house
And I gotta give 'em the Lyt
My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight
Ain't
it to the street nigga if you got beef
'Cause ain't home with it I'ma knock out your teeth
Wear your fake-ass niggas keepin' talkin' shit
I'm in
help me find my strength
Cuz I've been siting here all day wondering whats the point
Looking forward to go out, smoke a joint
Conversate for a few, spit
must be something in the water
Sippin' gin and juice
Laying underneath the palm trees
(Undone)
The boys break their necks
Tryin' to creep a little
the government
My plan said I had to get out and break north
Just like with Oliver's neck
I had to get off, my boys had the feds in check
They couldn't do
nobody else
And God
I'm in the zone all by myself
I'm alone all by myself
But I don't need nobody else
And God
That's crazy man, they got your boy
When the world is such a mess
It's hard not to feel depressed
Getting stressed by what may come in time.
But life is much more pleasant when
on the prize/yeah, they fixed on Christ
Hydrated in the Word but the joints are tight
That's why I get with a coach, who can stretch your boy
Who can push, pull, train
The mornin
I'm warnin
You
Be
Fore
We
Be
Gin
I
Could make you fall in love with withdrawals
First of all
You know I'd never drop the ball
You know I'm making
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