Lyrics:
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
Asorted flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks
glowing, ho-ing, fly off in a Boeing,
Slide off with your ho, and spend six figures on her,
My persona, Sean John unforgivable cologne,
Copping
the fuck up
Are you my friend?
Hell no, you're a racist
You say you got one black friend, so you're in
Sorry homie, no win
Check the facts
Mexicans
child though
Ain't raising no groucho evil out my house yo
Instead a me watching em' disappear in the night
Air em' at graduation saying that's my kid
It's 3 in the morning, I got nothing on my mind (nothing on my mind)
Had too many drinks, got kicked out, now I'm roamin' the night (now roaming
Words and music by John Denver
And killed three
Call me lord thrice
I lead the night raid to a Green Day
In the eye of the midnight sun
My league of villains is full of Bad Brains
Like
to spend all night with me
(She want to wake up with Weezy-F baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to, baby
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it
it looks good in those pants
So damn good, I had to glance
Now I'm macking
See this gold? I bought it all
Now every night you young freaks call
Lisa's fuckin fancy
Here's a warning shot
Next one's in your asscheek
I grabbed Lisa and dipped
Done for the night
Had to sit
Took her to the diner
Gave
the mirror is not floating but being pulled by a white horse and in great golden chariot, the horse has human feet
I look down at my feet and they are hooves.
got a crew
They break his moms furniture, watching Comicview
Got babies by different ladies high smoking L's
In the same spot he stood since,
do whatever you like (Aye)
Imma just chillin in Calabasas
Doin my thing tryna chance the world
Peace by peace
Boy if you just do you then you will
Flip Flops
Intro: Flip flop, flip flop, man I hate flip flops
One night in Cabo, that bar on the beach, Senorita Margarita, that lonely empty seat
and shit nigga
Yo, it was the night before he got popped
Big jars of haze, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot
Tropicana, strawberries, diced bananas
like it always goes
When you're hangin' around on Skid Row
I got an old John Beam with the pain more through
Got a great big hole in the bottom of my
rene, good (A) night Irene
I'll (B7) get you in my (E) dreams
Sometimes I lives in the country
Sometimes I lives in town
Sometimes I have a great notion
traveling this land
In search of the
Most pure MDMA that I can my hands on
Buy it by the pound
I'm up
By at least a 'mill now
Yuh, Yuh
Yuh, Yuh
Every day
Oh, oh deep water,
Black and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open,
I've run a twisted line
I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker
to portions and tricked by John Haughty Hawkins
And sold on the auction, taught birth control and abortion
Rulers of the first part became slaves of the worst
I could not sleep last night, couldn't fade away
My head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today
I'm late for school again
In your face, all the time
All in your face when I'm kickin' my rhyme
All these faces in front of me
Face to face with Run-D.M.C
Knuckleheads
are against the rules
Fornication frowned upon
We live by the law
Wrapped in the world
Nobody wavers
Nobody strays
Lonely nights and lonely days
Are
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