Lyrics:
it's a Bolognese, watch this, look
I'm about to sell out the arena in my city
I'm like the Pied Piper the way they walk with me
And don't listen
fine
Now I know no, no what you mean to me
Alright alright
この感情を掻き回さないで
私 支配できるの私だけ
I won't flip, back down, sell out
(Baby please don't care all
out
I'm from the East of the Rand homeboy
Where George Bush and Hussein don't mean no stain homeboy
They wanna start wars with trick homeboy
Well it's
for half a mile
But when she lets her guard down
Her worn out cheeks turn into a frown
Stares off in the distance so dissatisfied
Where her mind’s
Master Jack
You took a coloured ribbon from out of the sky
And taught me how to use it as the years went by
To tie up all your problems and make them look
of secret gon' reveal
You go sell out like an album deal
Shame on you, baby
The blame is on you, baby
Can't believe mi soldier girl get weak like an old
yeah)
Hop out the Viper, split the crowd like messiah
I rock designer, yeah, what? (what? yeah)
Might cut her off like a tyrant
Killy Don Dada
on my cell about the price (must be stupid)
I think them crackers on my tail at the light (skrt)
They pull me over, I make bail by the night (go)
You
buy and sell
Grew up sliding round in north Manny you can kinda tell
If you see me with a girl my chick be looking fly as well
Louis V crepes
want to elevate 'em?
Do you want to keep the paving?
Boy, you better not lose your patience
Dissed by nation, 'cause it's the fashion
But time's gon'
Through open water, and open skies,
Stealth launching missiles as drones fly by
See falling soldiers hear battle cries,
We're on this mission our
We're moving out to Mexico
I don't know
You're giving me nothing, come on now
You're better off wishing more by now
I'm better solo in my bungalow
Now that you're out of my life
I'm so much better
You thought that I'd be weak without you
But I'm stronger
You thought that I'd be broke
and a scholar
So the money straight range from hood to white collar
By any means, this is the theme I will follow
M.O.P. forever the team, our honor
You
they sell us out like sponge cake
Do you really care
Hey True Blue
[Chorus: x2]
and a court of drugged up nodders and quoters
Namefucking fame on all photos, all cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters
Now when you're a star,
the cheap sell-out
That Mr. Pleasure's putting up
It leads to no where, chains and bonds
I say: Don't drink that cup!
Fallin' to my knees and praying
To be
writin' struck by lightning
Pop you gone changed, who planned it
What planet? I thought I had it, damn it
Amazing craze lost in a speed chase
My mind is
your heart out here with me
And soon we both will be there
It's just another song to sing
We still believe that we can change
Before it's over
it apart
And if it sells we'll call it art
So find out what's "it" again
And don't worry, surgery can fix it
So we fall in love with ourselves
[Chorus]
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...
[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like
(speaking)
Uh! Watch your step! It's no joke out here, watch your rep!
Ain't no joke to provoke a top seed
For those who smoke and they got they
Can you write words forever and never bleed onto this page? Can you scream out forever and never mean a word you say? The world has stopped dead
tits
Outkast and Raekwon dropped fall classic discs
Born to Roll, so I'm taking you back to school days of autumn
Before the bottom dropped out in 2K
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