Lyrics:
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
dibiase
I ain't even gotta speak on it you can just watch me
Nigga I'm a one of one
Next time I put the mic down a legend done
Weed smoke and bad bitches
the code
You think you know but you don't
Can't tell you cuz you think you know
Ego make you do the most
But I gotta live by the code
Outfits for next week
friend thinking that the trouble would wait
But then I jumped right in a week later, returned
I reckon she was only looking for a lover to burn
But I
"Chill, leave these opps
And just do music"
I tried it out for a bit, but by next week
I was bootin'
We drill on these punks for fun
So there's no way in
YOU BELIEVE THAT THE SAME FINANCIAL INSTITUTION
BACKING BOTH SIDES OF EVERY WAR
SINCE BEFORE THE FRENCH REVOLUTION
STILL RUN THE FEDERAL RESERVE
IN
dentures
Silly adventures
In the mean time same guy, same face text me
See you all same time, same place next week
Nice [?] kicks like Jet Li, get me
How
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
Cowell, I can't let you ex-factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'
My mic can only be likened
K.G times
These rappers just spit K.G rhymes
If my flow sick, theirs very fine
And so then how come every time, it's always the same questions they ask
multiple choice and I times it by ten
Haters be commenting under my page
Like I care what they saying I'm not even fazed
Let me get the gorillas to let out
Simone
By the times over they gone pay me some mo'
Always craving the dough
Thats why I created a flow
Acquainted a foe, persuaded the hoe
Short fella but
a few weeks and I still feel the same
I sit alone and it's nothing but pain with you gone
It's not like it was
Can we turn back the time to October
Back
much time
If you hide your feelings, and they hard to find,
I want to know what's on your mind
About a week went by and I called her, "Hello"
I
impressed by lame dudes with no game
They're all the same trying to get your instant messenger name
But the fact you hit me back made me smile
You must
pateks, check books and some new coke
Next to the Christian duffle bag
Last name can't prounce , complicated french, money effile tower
Phonetic foul play,
don't have no time for no "wham-bam thank you mam"
Gas me up, get me drunk and hit, then you scram
The same old shit you pulled last week on Pam
I'm
for me
Because about a week later, I finally achieved my lifelong dream
That's right, I got me a part-time job at The Sizzler
I even made employee
welcome to Compton, take you in Carson next week
Ab-Soul!
Started with a dollar and a dream and a pistol
On the corner rag hangin', slangin' crystal
I said
without you
'Cause when the minutes seem like hours and the hours seem like days
Then a week goes by you know it takes my breath away
All the minutes in
say
And the images you show
CNN owned by AOL, own Time Warner
Trickle down effect of the New World Order
And you wonder why "Van Gogh" was killed
Same
trying to make shit work
Tic-Tac-Toe in a session, second day
Still it 'boutta be the same until the fourth week
I'ma try to make it last long, all about
at the same damn time
I know u see me
Yeah walkin' next to you on the same damn road
I know u see me
Workin' everyday at the same damn time
Only one life ain't
to think
By this time next week
That’ll be doing just fine
I was hoping you’d notice
By the time that I wrote this
That I’m chasing you all the time
Chasing
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