Lyrics:
the revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought
To you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial
Surprise birthday party I didn't see this cake, comin'
I need this money like its EMA
You gotta separate the rats from the G's
If you can't handle cheese
soccer, gotta kick'em to da curb G
But she's not with it, put a spell on the fat mack
I hate stikin hoe's but I can't help but to go back
I sound like
erections over revenge, kid
You get a quiet spot in the shade for a grave
I'll lay a nigga down and steam roll away
Y'all can't see this
That this might
I was still on probation
I even went and hit ah
Lick while on I had curfew
Baby
I be posting my hits up
Spotify
Yo bitch heard I'm buzzing
I spot ah
that you can't face me im near and you can't save me
Too arrogant, mad crazy still I remember
No bread for beverages spigot again learning my lessons
harm
I wasn't g'on die in these streets like they said I would
I was gonna lead the way like someone better would
Fuck you mean
I still remember when 12
for half a pit - he got knocked
He on lock still controllin' the spot from Comstock
Pop pulled up in the CL5, surprisin' Caine
His man just got
(yeah)
I left it unlocked for you
I got my own spot for you
I remember when a n***a had to share a room
I remember I would never have to share you
They just wanna be like me
Hop in that whip no keys
Any bitch gettin' on her knees
But I can't fuck with no skeezer
Ice on my neck that's freezer
heat, why you got that strap
If they got you on some shit and you got right back know that you can't ever come around I do not like rats
Mix a G wit' some
been the same scene, he ain't really been the same scene
I still can't remember her name, I been chargin' that shit to the gang
Poland like I'm Boat, this lean, can't pronounce
I'm known north to west, I'm known east to south
In a California king, remember dreams on the couch
Look baby know you can't do this
I be outside I be moving
Stop playing these games I'm bout to lose it
And you know I'm still outside in this Benz
night city
Money, money, money
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Summer night city
Money, money, money
In the rich man's world
Den går på band!
Kan
we do it, they said it couldn't be done
Still we making paper, still we having fun
I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G
Tightest
shit makes me go through a spot
I can tell you I ain't never forgot
Blood everywhere that's the vision I got
They lucky that I can't get no barrel hot
have shit
Holes in my shoes picked on by other kids
I remember when they tried to rob me in the hall
I called my brother phone
He pulled up
invulnerable are suffering, in this nation."
Remember that, in this white man's world, they can't stop us
We've been here all this time they ain't took us
trust, shooters I can trust
Goons that know how to spot out
A Judas I can trust
And if I can't trust you
The fuck is you here for?
Some of you niggas' true
you can't skip steps is the best
Even though the vets hold a .47 with a vest
Now that's a wise investment
Or a concept to try and hide divine
endeavor
So whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ Q-you-I-K
With no see still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and,
First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall
But we can still brawl nigga, I ain't scared at all
I guess you niggas don't know or can't see
G shit, LBC shit, remember how it used to be?
Mmm, you remember so much
No we didn't, see if you can remember this shit
1982 now what was I to do
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