Lyrics:
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
show I'm surrounded by killas
Ready to blow, I don't fuck with hoe niggas
Fuck what he sayin, that's a broke nigga
Chopper on 50, scope came with it
Been
mase'em like a 33 rd degree
Not Masonic or Plutonic, cause ya ironic
Devien ya like some fresh shrimp
Ya not cool with that fake pimp limp
A bullet proof
Blessed unstressed still peeping the scene. A Compton, California West Coast King in this La-La land of scary tales and fiends. Fuckers chatting on us like
for real
This shit be givin me chills im by my lonely
Cause all these rap niggas phoney
New niggas dare they won't clone me
Don't need no homies
I need
G
They ain't ready for this one
Yeah
Rose gold chain and the diamonds on the new watch
That boy actin foul I'm at the line I'm takin 2 shots
Blisters
wait till I drop, touch down back to the rock
I'mma be at the top, doing good by myself
Bitch I'm up in the county, jumpsuits and orange slippers
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
When you were mine my old true love
Then your head lay on my breast
You could make me believe by the falling of your arm
That the sun rose up in
be falling for no ho
Tryna make it on The Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go
Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner
By the U-G-L-Y corner
of sin
When Obama was the prez and Kanye West not republican
It's funny how nostalgia makes the past enchanted
But still we take all that's good for
down
Oh.. my headphone fell off.. damn..)
[Killah Priest]
Death come to those who oppose
Knockin' at the door, holding a rose
In plain clothes,
Flip boi dip down in a low low
Marfil me Winniefreddo that's the name of my Lolo
West Side West Bisayas are my islands if they don't know
Kumakain
just wanna be set free
It's hard growing up on the west side
So conflicted, I get mad when they say smile
Haven't sprouted, but I know that I'm a rose
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
and lay me
Out West on that old Rio Grande
Neath that old willow tree in the churchyard
By my sweetheart, the Blue Velvet Band
When you were mine my old true love
Then your head lay on my breast
You could make me believe by the falling of your arm
That the sun rose up in
Ayy
Who's in the back of the rave
With a Yak on the range when I flex in peace
Who's that bae with the new yat there
And she came from the West
Wash it down with a pound of Master Shake's sherbert
Sheets stained, wild royalty like a lion's mane
Not a common lame who grows rose gardens with
Suckas be mad but so what
Swag got ya bitch in the cobra
Straight out the mud I rose up
Eyez on the prize I'm focus
Hustlin' stacking dough up
Dig in my
Hell yeah
I got that
I got that fire got that fire
Okay okay
Yeah
You ain't ready
(Hello) There once was a kid by the name of Corey
He must have been
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