Lyrics:
to forgive me while I'm fillin the uz' up
Demons won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up
I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard
When I'm in
Wide eyed, the most honest man
She had seen in a long time
Brown skin with some dark hair
And some brown eyes
Open heart
She had mindful thoughts
Now down the road just a mile or two
Lives a little girl named Pearly Blue
About so high and her hair is brown
The Prettiest thing boys in this
Now down the road just a mile or two
Lives a little girl named Pearly Blue
About so high and her hair is brown
The Prettiest thing boys in this
[Talking]
Wusup, nigga off top (off top)
Man, B.G. be hustlin' ya heard me (Hustlin')
I be grindin' and fuck the Police (Grindin') (Fuck 'em)
I
DJ Pimp, you really hooked it up on this one, man
You're the mack
When you hear the sound
All the bodies hit the ground
By the pound across town
When
sometimes you win sometimes you loose
I pay dues like I pay tax,
don t get me stated by the honours that I stax
Yo I better show some respect and know how
That's when I was grinding out of my mind man I got no sleep
On a team all by myself nobody coached me
Man I swear I lived off 40 ounces and Wawa Hoagies
a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and I'm busted for real
a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and I'm busted for real
follow me
[You see me whippin’ nigga]
See this monkey ain’t moved by what y’all see
[With all the fixings nigga]
Because a free black man is what I’m tryna
thief and get my five bucks back.
I first got the five dollars from a Montana man,
When he come across the line with a pistol in his hand,
He said gimme
Brown with his fist tossed
I fluctuate through vocals likе Prince Rogers
Who evеr thought a billionaire
Come out of Compton?
Multiply simple logic, you
seat
My rivals all deceased
Fuck that shit by JME
That the Music originated,
And will always remain in the streets?
Huh, fuck that
‘Man Don’t Care ‘bout
with your titties exposed
When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those
That blonde hair look good, straight down, bun
torture is usually a big supporter
Though there's nothing quite like killing
Good riddance to non supporters
We demonize the man on the corner
Paint him
Really say it to my face
Really say it to my face
And Christ had the upper hand
In knowing for a fact he'd be denied three times by his brother man
He knew
I'm going down by the riverside
gonna wash away my troubles in the noon day tide.
The tax man's coming and he wants his dues
but the only way
In this materialistic world
We've been programmed to always want more
Well you know what I say
Not anymore
I may be only one man
But I'm a man
In this materialistic world
We've been programmed to always want more
Well you know what I say
Not anymore
I may be only one man
But I'm a man
Boss man screams give me more
Tax man knocks give me more
Money talks give me more
Seven charities call give me more
Kids need new shoes give me
I’m going down by the riverside
Gonna wash away my troubles
In the noon day tide the tax man’s coming
And he wants his dues
But the only way to catch
they find a bag of bones
Had to go and hire thirty workers just to stash the 'low
Walk into the spot and run it like I'm Chris Breezy (brrt)
Sweater by
couldn't shake this feeling I was missing things
I was tempted by the people around me
All my peers had a blunt or a bottle in hand
The only lighthouse when
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