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Wonderous, colorful, magic, glow
Shining like diamonds in solid gold
Touches every soul
Speak to this, what a gift to behold
Waters that crash in
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good all days (yeah, the good ol'
children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream
never pass the torch
Gold links up on his neck
Ten fits before he's spent
That time before, he's got some more
His biggest days are next
Out with three
that's why we so solid
Red to blue, to debt, to due, it's easier
To put a watermelon through the eye of a needle
This is done by choice, not by force
I
staying
Young Scar done with waiting
Had to level up my payment
Fuck what you think
Nigga, I'm sick
Three tracks a day, I've been cooking them hits
I
poorly educated soul
He had a great big square thing made of solid stone,
And in the middle of it was a hole
One day he had to go from his cave in
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
This a party for the grindaz and the street niggaz street niggaz
This a party for the solid concrete niggaz solid
The pretty boss bitches get the most
on business
I-I-I came in here on business
It could work out pretty good
It could work out pretty good
Yeah pertainin' to this bein' a dog ass world
playa haters gone die
Cause after dollars and cents only the strong survive
With bulletproof Hummers and multiple pistols
With solid gold tanks
Three, three, three
Tha matrix (aye)
(owl sounds)
Young solid nigga really molded from the city (Detroit)
Stand up King and my Soldiers rollin' with
Two Three
If you pull up catch me in my sleep
If you want it try to take it off me
Test your luck lil homie that's fine by me
But if you run too deep
You know the whole nine get
You impaled or clotheslined
By cloaked hittaz from jail got
Nails with Beau’s line
It’s a slow grind from off the
Vine
feat. RZA
[Doc Doom]
Oh how I love my a hundred spokes
Flossin and shit, California
Flossin on them gold ones
Black Knights
Old ones, I sold
say you kept it solid but you fucked on the Bro's
Circle tighter then a vigin can't get caught wit a How
If im eva goin broke i'm hittin door fo da
your thoughts
This is the day when you just listen quiet don't say no more
Sleepy eyes don't fight em I'll be right here by your side inside you
Just let
crane style is wild these rappers all in denial
Its solid gold every time that u see chryse smile bitc
H
Hunned bands on me ima take 10 and throw it up
Feeling like a pharaoh
Diamonds on me gold not yellow
Her neck long just like a cello
But I beat it like a drum (Doo do do doo)
Walk inside my tomb
yellow or rose gold
I can’t think which one
I’m doing my diamonds
Young shooters right behind me
Foreign cars when we sliding
I feel like the bank
Been tried by the fire came out pure gold
I'm on that new level
Let your light shine let your soul glow
I'm on that new level
Had to learn
rocking
What's popping
Hit the zoo yeah
Body build for the Broadway
High as fuck when I star gaze
Phone blowing up all day
Ass shaking in the hallway
might brighten up my day
Or signal help from far away
Whichever one, it's safe to say
Whatever price it is I'll pay
Cause if my heart was solid gold
(BRICKHOUSE) like the dancers of solid gold
They love to pop it for a boss, she like to watch while I get topped off my
Tounge deep n the otha, backshots, whip
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