Lyrics:
still we know we?re right
We must somehow struggle on up while they go racing to the top
Then Whitehouse "V" the squat, a challenge I think not
just yet, brothers and sisters. There's
somebody here I'd like all of you to meet. This is little Jonathan.
Jonathan, say hello to the lovely people
Life is sweet, no matter what you have or don't
It's the experiences and people that make life a treasure trove
So cherish every moment, and don't
(Houston affiliate is reporting)
At least nine people have been killed (somber words, making it the deadliest shooting in Texas history)
Five people dead
of lemon
This one is the buisineisum
I don't make this drink by the gallon
I make it by the cup, then I'm stylin'
Got KFK, Slaughterhouse and Brother
lost, they planning for our future
None of our people involved
Pouring Henny and Smirnoff to get it cracking off
Cracking off a Smirnoff to quickly
little nigga, tell em
How you do the shit, how you kill lil niggas
Meek put me in a battle, quick 10 g's
Rode in a black Bentley member
I had a 10 speed
that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my girlfriend
I'm saying man, that's my little mama
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
I fly g5
people disagree with me
And how stereotypically boring these lyrics will be
[Pre-Chorus]
The beast is sort of cool
[Chorus]
I like the beast, a little
seasons would be cold without you
Once in a while a miracle is found
When two people build a dream on solid ground
Three little words explain what I feel
solved by the abolition of MUSIC, chances are that most
people would believe him and think that the illegalization of this obnoxious form of
noise
from
(gunshots) little Johnny
I think you'll find, sir
That there will come a time
When black people wake up and
Become intellectually independent
But I'm ahead by about a hundred laps
Coming straight up out the V
That's the land of palm trees
Rolling in the whip one deep
I ain't scared of no fire
people fell in love
Right now at a picnic shelter down by Caney creek
You'll find potato salad, hot dogs and baked beans
The whole Wilson family's
for power
I was a little nigga
Couldn't stay out late I was sour
So I sat by the window, heard the DJ cut
Impeach the Pres, Apache, and just begun
In July 2011
I signed to an independent record label
Owned by a popular artist at
The time the deal came with an
Advance that was little to
Nothing
me a story about this brother
(At the time) one hundred and five years old
(Done time)
Beat up and robbed by friends of his
Which proves this world can
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for "Other", P is for "People
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Who Are You Lovin Lyrics
Ice Cube
featuring Mr. Short KHOP
Mr Short KHOP:
Nasty girl nasty girl in ya own little nasty world (4x)
Chorus:
We
they drove on the night they were wed
Five bucks for the brass bed a little bit worn
Not much for the place where the five kids were born
And the old
Yeah
Lost so many soldiers overseas
Over cheese
I was on my knees, and cowaiting by rain steady praying for the world to freeze
Little kid's gone,
nine to fives
But steady working overtime
You must not have seen a little mf get rich before
The only way up is to build the bag
Who cares if a bitch is
than I'v ever been
Talent,
If it?s classic it?s gonna last forever than I?m everywhere you never been and better than I ever been
Classic
Better than
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