Lyrics:
children a day die from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed by 18 to 20 year olds
With homicide being the leading cause
a crippled and retarded bitch
I never fuck around when I'm with a team of fuckin' gangsters
West coast freestyle bangsters
Kickin' a foot up in yo ass
niggas hear their final tick
but that don't mean my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when trees by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's
niggas hear their final tick
but that don't mean my minds sick
just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
when trees by the p's
and fuckin fine fee's
Yello hazy sun,
look how far I've come.
Sweet, silent mornins' from
sleepless nights of fun.
I've been climbing all day and all night.
Can you help
wanna see me fly just put your foot on the wheel ah ah
I’ll stop the spinning and get back to all the ways I can’t feel
Ahaha
The bluest oceans call
It's like I need a place to run
And jump off buildings just for fun
Serve up my flesh before it's done
Politicians need a hand
We won't see
[chorus]
To the kids in the p.j.'s
ghetto children i know it ain't easy
ya'll wanting millions
sunshine turns to rain
its ghetto pain
when a one time
shooting myself in my foot
Is so much fun
So goodbye boring
Goodbye a female dog
A P.C. diss
Cos I can't swear
Well anyway
And I only say these
Things
where you tread
Ion think you want the bloodshed
Let me start off the right foot
Leading with my left leg
I got 2 feet
But I’m 3 steps ahead
But I’m 3
Hello
It's Elidadon nigga
Open up
I've been going harder than that with my nigga
My foot on that gas and I swear I won't stop
Just walking in
for them car notes
I'm the championship nigga youse a loser ("well that's alright")
P.I.S.S., on the N.B.A. ("well that's alright")
N.B.A. niggaz!
let's overdub a little a little finger p-
No, no, no Clem no!
By greckins you put a little, little bit, a little finger poppin' on thar
it's gonna be
the vibes is strong
Salinas Filipinas, they come one by one
All lined up, and they ready for fun
Short one's, tall one's, beautiful ones
B-boys, b-girls,
The Great Star Express
By, RTTN Worship ©
INTRO
E-X-P-R-E-S-S! E-X-P-R-E-S-S!
E-X-P-R-E-S-S! E-X-P-R-E-S-S!
VERSE 1
Do you hear that whistle
Hear
Sin thought it could hold me with cursed chains
But I broke them and laughed as they fell by my feet
Baby every day is my birthday, so I celebrate cause
The past couple of weeks
Wrapped up in these sheets
Feels like it’s been half a lifetime
Gone by in a flash
So I gotta ask
If you think it might be
the p's
Just send em to me
She take a knee
She a good sport
I trade the scale for a GT
I can eyeball 2 p's Nigga
896 yea we having it
No mathematics
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
kickin it fellas pop wines and not guns
While we kickin it we all live life and have fun
Well if you don't stop then I'm gone stop
and holla at somthin
my legs just to look at her tits
Said she came out lookin' for some fun
Looked me in my eyes and told me...I was the one
I said "Why?", she said I
Yeah [x4]
(P. Diddy)
This Bad Boy baby
N.E., 2004
Bad Boy now
The name's DeVoe
A.K.A. Blake, oh
Make young lady's rump shake
I bake Donald Trump
takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try
spend, yeah
We was the ones by the store
Lil' niggas with nothin' to give, yeah
My foot on they throat
You should be beggin' me to lift
Right at the lick,
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