Lyrics:
coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?
The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when
mama thighs
Blockin' out the noise that destroys little boys
Live enjoy, ships ahoy, get deployed by the rock-a-byes
D-d-d-deep into the sea of my
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
a Blazer with a louie interior
Solid gold the ride was raw, bust a left turn was on Crenshaw
Sean-e-sean was the driver, known to give freaks hell
Had
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)
House negros to the left
Field negros to the right
Wave bye to ya’ lilly liver’d homies
Cause this for runaways
duurdere broeken
Ik uit m'n gevoelens
Echte mannen die zeggen en doen het
Ik ben met gang en ze doen 't
't Is een kwestie van tijd
Voordat iedereen goed zit
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
blowin' my high I need you out my sight
Might have just ruined my night
Don't get left I go right
Better duck with your kids
Better duck with your wife
Know
Know them all by name
Because my memory is keen
When they feeling depressed
I start feeling like a king
Kingpin, I got the medicine that they need
Yeah, nigga
I'm still fuckin' with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
'99, nigga, guess who's back
Still, still doin' that
of the Trinity
Yur'll better say Y E S to J E S U S for true success. J vibe
Let me hear you say Jesus
Almighty God Jesus
The King of kings Jesus
El Shaddai Jesus
chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelf
You be like 'Hello Nasty, where you been?'
It's time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeon
I jumped
I call am high tech
I walk through my pain like a toddler
No 9 to 5 but a hustler
I've been chained in this trap like a murderer
In the field
Champagne wishes and caviar dreams
A team that's gettin' C.R.E.A.M
With sales of fishscales from triple beams
I gleam, livin' the live of Riley, packin'
a milly stat
Pussy wanna tilly back
I burn 'em like a Philly pack
Learn the drill like basketball
We run this field of wax
Drop shots, y'all feel the splash
out, Shan still in the place
Hip hop was set out in the dark
The Bridge was never Over, we left our mark
The jam is dedicated to you and your boys
I
wit dice
It's a room full of kings roasting man
That's Harlem nights
You took three lefts
And you still can't even get it right
People comin out
Tizzy from T-H-E lizzy
And I'm all out for the Lizzy
I don't wanna look like you, you're broke
And I've been telling broke bruddas "move" like Grizzy
out of the sea
With the shimmering silver head of
Wisdom looking at me
He brings down the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by
The look
Yeah, nigga
I'm still fuckin' with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
'99, nigga, guess who's back
Still, still doin' that
the chocolate ghetto thai
So pass the dutchie on the left-hand side
King tee and nef, and the rhymes are on point
But now it's time for coke to pass the fuckin
And float weh left dem, yea mi leave di grung
Fi dem rat race, crab ina barrel , beat di drum
Now me and Betelgeuse a par, dawg mi deevn need e sun
Lidocaine
steal from the rich, bewitch the peasants
I'm floating the homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window
Left an SOS infested bottle nestled in his grip so
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