Lyrics:
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
of you Eric
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go around
With some killers from seven mile to the motherfuckin bellow, bridge
[Eminem/Chorus 2
Yeah
Aye
Let me lace the real quick man I gotta go make some bread you know what I do
Look
Seven forty seven fly bitch I'm levitated
Damn this pack
America's wing
Nuts hang, knockin' down sky scrapers
Take a piss, make it rain, I'm the American dream
Make it rain I ain't Pacman Jones
Nigga, balls
make this thing for real
Had me when I saw you deal
Two occasions like the deal
Sum up how I feel for real
When I peel I peel for real
What I feel to be
Way too many problems, got me stressed out
What you doing? You got 7 days to move out
Go on! Get it! I'm out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it! Need it,
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
two bones and two phones in each rover
We all relaxed and any beef we over-reactin
Peace to lorey actins, but I get buck wild like corey jackson
Playin'
gone
Tearing down the 'jects creating plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God
to uplift
Hip-hop, hip-hop
My voice is like a monster
And now a word from our sponsor
Two, three, four, five, sex, seven, eight, nine, ten
I gotta
it. Oh, oh no.... tape's
rolling! You... tosspot! Anyway! Well in that case, what'ho you lot out there! Hah! Jesus, you heard that
didn't ya? Eh? Well
[Featuring Outlawz]
2Pac: Spoken
No one separates what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable
Motherfuckin world wide mob figures
Death Row
the beats!/ (Chorus)
2nd verse: Melodies embrace Heavenly symphony thump/combination of the elements mix in the pot for the disc jock/ whoever has an ear
you’re the friend of the working man.
(2x)
(Beat Change) V26 Woman 2
And, finally, the Pure Food and Drug Act, passed by Congress
V27 Woman 3
Gave
Oh oh oh oh oh (Yeah)
Oh oh oh oh oh (Yeah)
I done had 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 shots
Now I'm in my box (Ya) (Box)
Yeah Yeah Yeah Now I'm in
I'm Country Raised, ahh ahh ahh (x4)
VERSE 2:
Bama born and raised country roots in my veins
Moonshine by the bottle better hope it don't break
jones
By bitch a choosey lover, never fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
Top
I had to just done them
Two-three up with the mandem
But more time I rolled out on my jack jones
So it goes
Little Kof' had to grow a backbone
Walked
I said the love, it don't live here, it's crippled in a wheelchair
Mic check, one two
I said the love, it don't live here, it's crippled in
Pick it up
Turn it up
Mix it up
Drink it up
We up in here,
This is the end,
So come with me,
You'll be no longer afraid.
T-Stock in this bitch
What is depression?... Depression is a mental illness that makes you very sick
You get really low down, and you feel like you're caught up in the mix
condoms humpin on Ampex
My number 2-7-5-49-69 disconnected
My first black robot,
space connected while you listen to Keith Sweat (meow)
Your brain is
feels like heaven
They calling me the dude no Devin it's for my sevens
I'ma ride if I'm summoned, I abide by nothin'
I'm my own damn boss, I can put
on
as if I'm fallin off the edge of a cliff
If I live and see 80 I'm reppin the bricks
Real shit
leanin' like a syrup sipper
Henny and sprite mix it up get
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