Lyrics:
here you call my name
Rose pedals, and all these oils, surrounded by a hundred candles,
The eagle delivers a letter, that says this night will last
said it's a wrap, she still on the set
Puttin' oil on her legs like she Gloria Velez
She was Eye Candy in the XXL
Hopped off the page and on a skateboard
prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies
You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows
Surely goodness and love will follow me, all the days
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shaken to the top
The sheikh, he drove his
the water in the streets like oil spillage
When the water was flowing (Tang-O-Phonics number one)
I spot a fifty-five borough
A nigga was still flowing
push they blow out
A slicker nigga pig, dig me picking my fucking 'fro out
Limping up the one tree fives
The p-jects
The eject these herbs
That's word
nearly died a couple times
Like when man let shots off out the X5
We still stayed out all night
Man come to the Vatican
Like I wouldn't clap back
right, I don't talk right, I don't eat right, I don't sleep right, what I do right? who said you right? hell with do right, id rather do life. and by
games poppin off like lingerie parties, (woo!)
Life is lovely, puffin on herb we sippin bubbly,
While I rub ya, down with body oils
Tellin all your
outside like a charity store
But there ain't no clothes in 'em
Just bodies with holes in 'em
1, 2, 3, loads of them
4, 5, 6, casket closed for them
7, 8, 9,
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
N T V
Freestyle, on me
I love these type jawn's
I got it
Wait!
Oh yea, I got it
(Come fwm)
Ha
Watch this
(Mh mhm)
Feel like I'm Ben
(Ben)
But I ain't
the prophet
[nas] tell em it's on right?
[ghf] show those crabs how to rhyme
[rae] rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet
[ghf] it's only like five
homo's touching man about a postcode
I cop da roli rose gold
Kick back she suck it slow mo
This oil sells itself ain't worried bout no promo
Trapping by
Wanda walked down the front steps
And said, "I hate to break up the party
But I've got to get to work by five
Would you run me over there, Shorty?"
Me and some esophagus
Really we be locked in
Tavis 5 times doubled up gon be her top ten
Rainier wasn't hittin
Fuck it ima sip this wok then
ILL NIGGA
think I'm Malcom X, Martin Luther
Add a King, add a Junior
Some bible verses, couple sunnas
An AK-47 that's a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob
comprehended by the herds
Goin back to the days past the ol' gun phase
All stare in amaze or get caught with the rays
'Cause the X is like the master
If you're willing to wait for the love of your life
Please wait by the line
And you know dispersive prisms rainbow
But my native optimism isn't
If you're willing to wait for the love of your life
Please wait by the line
And you know dispersive prisms rainbow
But my native optimism isn't
Yawd mon ting a bad mon ting
Mi nuh fling stone dawg
Mi nuh fling stone
Barefoot mi guh fi dem
Fred flintstone
Chop off mouth shotty
Forty five full
R V S E
R V S E
You talk a good game but
My mouth it is slicker
Yes I got them hands
And them real true hitters
What the fuck you saying
You know
oil, drugs, we'll win the war by givin' love
And it's days like this that I just wanna be remembered forever
That's life measured, intended for light
And angry words are spoken
The milk's gone bad
And the phone rings once and stops
A sign on the door says open
3000 miles
Time to change the oil (x
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