Lyrics:
to the bread
I feel so good man sipping on med
Don't wear doće my bottoms is red
Said he gon' kill me well Bitch go head
Came in deep but ya homies fled
How you
disowned you
Your man caught a body you
Were in the crib cryin'
He outside putting his life and catchin
Poppin' for you what, What oh that ain't
True? That
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
Well, you should see Polythene Pam
She's so good-looking but she looks like a man
Well, you should see her in drag dressed in her polythene bag
Yes,
the Elite is pleased
(Thugs) you used me, I used you
In order to make my message heard
By as many as possible
Now I can do without you
I have a fanbase that
Hey, look out for my glass up there man
That's my drink man that's my drink alright
Somebody has to sing a song somebody will sing song (make it
hip, hop, never will I stop
Protect and serve you like Robocop
Well my name is E in the place to be
I like to drink cold old, forties
Drink until
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
Well, he walks out in the arena
All dressed up to the brim
Said he'd just came down from a place
Called "Highland Rim"
Well, he said he came to ride
Well, he walks out in the arena
All dressed up to the brim
Said he'd just came down from a place
Called "Highland Rim"
Well, he said he came
Hey, look out for my glass up there man
That's my drink man that's my drink alright
Somebody has to sing a song somebody will sing song (make it
Of course we copy...24 hours a day...in color
You wouldn't believe me if I told you the rest
The man sitting by me who was barely dressed
Flew off
say fake it ‘til you make it
Well let the faking begin
I got a bitch with fake titties
Fake ass she all in the Benz
Titties will probably fall like
the party
And if it's not a Boy Better Know
Or Star in the Hood t-shirt
Then it's gotta be Ed Hardy
Why? Cause I wear my own garms
Man see me on road
The first sign divides us, the second is moving to Berlin
But that's not the state I'm in
The air is thin but that's not the state
The old guys are
Last lost broken puzzle piece, desperately tryna be complete. Well that shoe will never fit. My one piece be the full scene, fixated on the move full
"We will ride"
And we say "Yes, Lord"
"We will stand up and fight"
"We will ride with the armies of Heaven."
"Gonna be dressed in white" ("We'll be
I'm steady shittin' on hoes
Grand Royal like the Green Eyed Bandit
Jump straight in the Lex offa New Jersey transit
Let my man spit that Don shit
know what to say, yo
There they go in front of the store
Dressed in black shit
Tell by they demeanor
If they be hustlin' back, well fuck 'em
Came
Now I'm on the Conduit, headlights on
Fluid in the windshield, wipes gone
This light storm that's formin' in the sky
You comin' home tomorrow? Will
"what's
The purpose of this task?"
Someone smiled at her child
And she said "this is a trial
It's a test and the best will
Be judged by all the rest
Now my
you'll be calling me dad back
I'm am dressed in all black
Eyeing u in all that
I and you should contact
I don't do what they do Because I am what you
Hey, look out for my glass up there man
That's my drink man that's my drink alright
Somebody has to sing a song somebody will sing song (make it
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
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