Lyrics:
On the curb writing raps next to a gun shot
On the corners where the gangsters and the killers dwell
The fraudulent tender scars that get unveiled
Everyone I
on the trigger, yeah
How you get along with a killer?
See him swing by his neck,
Clean the mess with a brillo,
Get the stains off deck
Then you paint over it
Don't
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
smooth, black
Long and steady ecstasy pass the mic
Cause my rap time's ready
Now who wanna swing it? Don't even sing it
It's party time, put your hands up,
the
Streetapparel, keep the path straight and narrow while we bombin' on
Pharaoh, so Bounty Killer pour the sorrel let's make plans for tomorrow,
'Cause if it's
you bending just by uttering some lines
I've been around long enough
I've been around long enough
I've been around long enough
I've been around long
Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song
Bang my chest like my name King Kong
Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall
Brickatu, brickatu,
Then I'm in a thong
He f**k good
Hit the spot
Daddy long
(yuh - yuh - yuh - yuh)
Got my p****
In his mouth
While he sing my song
I drag a b****
By
sing
For lo the days are hast'ning on by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
When the new heav'n
young (yeah)
Yesterday was so long ago (long ago), Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along
Now don't nobody wanna hear your old ass sing no more
I
There's need to go on safari
We could just chat where we matched at
Or you can
Send your kisses by fax
Post your hugs in the chat
Send your kisses by fax
Squeezing that river like it squeeze your bones.
In the long red, red valley people live here too long.
In the long red, red valley they only sing
Trust me with a pen is akin to the sword of vikings
I might sing a song that'll bring 'em to hell
With lightning
Rappers so generic they scared
out regardless of what the danger brings
Singing the same song every hater sings
Fuck how you feeling we doing major things
Why would I ever listen
On the curb writing raps next to a gunshot
On the corners where the gangsters and the killers dwell
The fraudulent tender scars that get unveiled
Everyone I
You and me, we're gonna be alright
Oh, oh-oh
I said, you and me, we're gonna be alright
It's time to pass us by before we go away
Sing, "Mono no
to give you guidance but not say too much
Tried to lead by example, didn't I have some nerve
Telling you stay out the street while I was out slanging herb
It was such a thrill
Me and my friends, we were killers
Now I'm just a bird with a broken wing
But I still have a song to sing
Turning night
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in
swaying in your arms
Sing senorita for a song
Sing senorita you know that girl is wanting you
Sing senorita all night long
Then you turned and you walked
The devil's laughing long and hard deep in hell tonight;
My feet are bleeding right through my shoes;
Ground's as cold as ice;
Sing no killer angels;
Can
California Gold
Everybody wanna know what the recipe is
And we gone sing it like this
As long as I draw O2
You know we gone fucken blow
Like I said I was
can realign
I know love is in my design because
I treat my worst demons so kind
Intoxicated by the lunacy I call it moonshine
Getting out of line in my
killing snitches in one bar
You call your man your shooter
Now he barely can come far
Claimin' you movin' them bricks with killers
And goons in your clique
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