Lyrics:
caper
now who's said that I was all for my own
not did a flesson-flit to brontosaurus on
here goes the adible eats 'cause I eat sweets
not stakes summits
Gang signs, then "boom," step on a landmine
Disintegrated, was there for your baby nann time
I'm tryna show you niggas how this goes
Half of these
of dawn
Now I got a man coming on right now
He's guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on Wonder Mike do what ya like
I
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
you take it down
My bitch on the bed getting naked now
Sipping this brown anything goes down
You don't know how todo it baby imma show you how
I lost
by your house
Though I know you're not home
But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
Sunglasses on,
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long
Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient
or high school talent show
A guitar, an ENO hanging by the fire off of Friendship-Ledford Road
Danbury for the day, fried chicken finger-lickin' riverside
to smoke
That’s how it goes
From Sacramento to the S-O-C-A-L-A with
Snoop D-O double the G-Y
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Keep some
and he goes, "right you horrible lot,
you musician slime, you scumbags, you sleazeballs, get on that stage now, it's time to do your show, you
lazy
know you'll come back some day, line by line.
Little Miss Red's asleep on the railroad;
There she goes.
Little Miss Red's asleep on the railroad.
and made 'em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon' blackball him
I sold hard with the gun cocked,
out a window like mine,
Top shelf
Rather do it by myself,
It get complicated when you askin' everyone for help
But lil' baby tap in like a key at a new
it is my turn
She comes to my place she feels at home
She sending me nudes e full my phone
I no go show you I watch alone
Anything she want she gon get
Fox Brown yeah, Jay-Z, what
I keep it fresher than the next, bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best
Bitch see
bitches feel me
Cause I go by the name of (Catashtophy!)
This is how it goes down, check out he sound
Westcoast underground, who is the tightest?
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Then you better show me
Come 'on and get to know me
And then you will find that I want you
And feel the same
We ought to be sure I know by now
But
okey Marty
I think they will respect you
For your opinion
(This is a short clip from
The christian tv-show called Joy Junction
Ron Brown, the puppeteer
you reignite
You growl, you howl, you show your teeth
You bite, it's alright
Just say no more, use your eyes, the world goes and flutters by
Use
Blow up telephones, y'all can tell I'm known
If your girl shows up and goes nuts, I won't let her bone
I'll still give mine, and an extra chromosome
ya know, good always overcomes evil, man, you know
And to all real guys out here, man, that's handlin' ya business
All my brothers, brown, black,
out Chicago
Aw man
Everybody from the Go know how it goes
The killing by police
They can't keep it under control
Its gotta be a way for us to prosper
me, don't ask if the show's on
How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close, brown
Pull on my jock to be down
You need to stay down, way
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