Lyrics:
(I'm a saint)
I'm a saint (I'm a saint)
'Til the day I see the grave
I'm going hard in the paint
It's the only we hope we got
That's why I'll die for my
ain't a greeting, it's a status
Driving cars, writing bars, and riding stars
Hey, Queen in Cell, are you lonely? Hell no!
Where's your Yoyo, bozo? No go?
the sounds of the Southern Style DJ's
(yup)
Yea, nuh uh, hey bra, nuh uh, uh uh hey, don’t hit me dog come see me.
Yup, I ain’t tryin to talk, I
out on bail
I'll see ya motherfuckers at the next show, 2pac, the media is my bitch
It's that famous shit, you know?
Real thug shit
Real live thug
Never can to be put in words what you had done for me
Put my emotions on my sleeve and you would comfort me
Malik was ill and you and mom would hold
that look just like me
Will get boring
And so I'll get curious and horny
And I'll sneak one of my
Clones back to my room
In the janitor's basket hidden
My band
Alright, okay, alright
Give me the mic, man
Okay, come on, man
You need to give me this mic (ah, yeah)
You just wanna see a nigga
My band
Alright, okay, alright
Give me the mic, man
Okay, come on, man
You need to give me this mic (ah, yeah)
You just wanna see a nigga
the break you rap the cornbread hey
See I'm a big old black man a big old black man
A big old black wacky tacky black man
Born w/my mama arrived alone
labellisés
Tirent tous sur le tonje jusqu'au ton-car jaune caramélisé
Just to let you know who's Dj Nerve
Depuis 95 et tu le sais
C'est l'heure pour eux
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
read)
seven deep in the jeep with the camel top,
everybody and they drunk as hell,
?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us
(cause we
permission 'cause DJ on call
He gon' snap out
For my family, I'll die, blackout
In the mall and all with stacks out
Deposit that shit, took it back out
See my
in her heart
Out, I say!
Hey, don't I know you, mister?
Mr. Todd, sir!
The judge
I have no time
Where is she? Where is the girl?
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Well, alright. You see the thing is...)
This music's more than a job, I gotta make my revenue
If you're a part of my squad then I got the best in you
If
believe that I can see it, if needed, and if you
really want me in, well then let it be, get the greens and we runnin'
up over Cleveland [Cleveland].
We been did that
I'll buy my bitch anything she want
I love the gang, that's why I'll never tell 'em no, yeah
'Bout my family, I'll put you in
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
I'll be turning thirty-five
Jesus Christ, boy, you know who certified
See, in hell your burn alive, get it right
Man the words that took the
Legalistic,
How do you like my wheels
Check out my wheels, hey
Now everybody smoke but I be higher than the birds go
My donk got big feet, I'm drivin' on the dirt
of 'em trick ass niggas
Come at you the wrong way loc'?
[MC Ren]
I'll beat a niggas ass on the trick just for the hell of it
There the motherfucking
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