Lyrics:
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
all past
Such a wearisome trade is the weaver
Where are the girls, I will tell you plain
The girls have gone to weave by steam
And if you'd find them
into the books
By the crooks of culture, the truth has a mother's looks
Who blesses and loves every single day
Words from Papa triple K and 66 right
with the keys in my hand to the four by four
Jumped in my ride, checkin' that nobody saw
The club we went in, we got down boun-bounced to the rhythm
were masters
Of hunting and fishing
And courtesy came from the heart
And yes there was medicine, love and religion
Intertribal communication by drum
But
heard bout the do's and don'ts of sin
Then you see church folk with a devilish grin
You looking for a start but all you see is the end
You tired of being
that you thought you'd love
But reality says, Kid, wake up
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
You know, there's got to be a better place
Hey, hey, hey
Hey,
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
discriminate on asshole and pussy's the same
I fuck the gangsta bitches, preppy hoes, and all the plain jane's
It don't matter if you're black, white, red,
rise it's like strawberry fields
If I treated you bad
You bruise my face
Couldn't love you more
You got a beautiful taste
Don't let the days go by
Could
rise it's like strawberry fields
If I treated you bad
You bruise my face
Couldn't love you more
You got a beautiful taste
Don't let the days go by
Could
drums, pied people
Reflecting colours from above
They were free above white sand and blue sea
Up high where they floated
Carried merely by love
Wanted
droppin the rhythm
And I got the whole Legit Ballers family up in hea nigga
A yo Beanie Franks
You the early bird of this muthafucka
GUNNIN!!
[Beanie
Yeah
Uh uh uhuh
Yeah
Uh
I let that bitch go rip like beyblade
White wall so you hate me
Go cough yo lungs out baby
Uh 2 steppin’ in my nikes
with the keys in my hand to the four by four
Jumped in my ride, checkin' that nobody saw
The club we went in, we got down boun-bounced to the rhythm
its accomodations
of mind, crashes in
rhythm of sand
thought
Big frigging shoulders
on that sonofabitch
Parle, O, parle, mer, parle,
Sea speak
of it
Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public
Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets
And are suckered much by little or nothing
I said "Mama, he's crazy and he scares me
But I want him by my side
Though he's wild and he's bad
And sometimes just plain mad
I need him to keep
say you love Christ will then say
You blended in what they say you live
Right fight you see my people set free
From fear of man rhythm only plays they
back my hair
to save a stain of sickness (thanks Borko)
in gayness and courage
i was gifted a love
by a Friend of Horses (in the flesh)
i caught my
can remember the first girl that I did love
It was Stephanie
In kindergarten arithmetic classes she used to
Sit next to me
I'd pass her sticky
soul. Laying aspread lightly touched and untouched by the knowing. We are here...Mother Earth from...Father Love. Hail to all my queens sent from above.
in my search for love I seen enough
White doves placed on pedestals ain't holding up
We all consumed by the drugs
A hug could heal a heart, a shot
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
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