Lyrics:
know I smoke that la la la la
Get fry, 360 fizzi it help me get by
It got that bomb
Wish your vice got every kind
You'd be blind like a rock star
Leang
to church
I don't want to make
Question
What are your thoughts on me visiting you?
You better, you better, you better ask somebody
Where's the love?
You
more than that if you from where I come from
I never went to school in Cypress
Or tried to be more wavy by just changing up my dialect, I
Keep it honest
matter what skin you're in
Big yellow taxi cab passed me by
Stopped on the next corner to pick up a white guy
The color of you, the color of me
You
afflicted, condemned, and convicted
Imprisoned, in darkness, where men, are heartless
Absolving artists, through ya fire and sparklers
Drag him down, in
the halls of Hell!
A journey, that'll burn he, and all, who dwell
The wicked, are afflicted, condemned, and convicted
Imprisoned, in darkness, where men,
Direct I'm moving
Directly to you
Direct I'm in it
Bitches by the two
Cook like ratatou uhhh yeah
And all because of you
I go swish
Richard on the wrist
I
us
The consequences are humongous
You don't want to feel my lunges
First, I'll cut, you
Where your motherfucking lung is
As I hear you on your last
If you stand close to the woofer
Betcha get sprayed by my lecture
Any club with ladies or dimes, I'm a regular
Give it up smooth, I ain't beggin
and mind
Alive for a short time and dead
By the end of the rhyme
I'm back and in fact
Do you know where you are?
Motherfucker we 'bout to break your neck
Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom
Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run
Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up
Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom
Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run
Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up
'you know a wise man once said, never judge a book by its cover, always read the whole thing in the bloody book shop and then decide if you wish
Just get on the mic, get on the mic, Mike
Let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope an M.C. you must listen to
People say that
Australia and they call each other names
And they all just wanna look like Richard Hell and Tom Verlaine
some of my best friends are trains
And did you ever
, but do you know who you are?
(Richard Pryor: You go down there looking for justice, that's what you
find, just us)
chorus 1: (4X)
chorus 2: (4X)
who are richer
And those Nigga’s got Nigga‘s who are richer than Richard
That’s why they be tripping
Alcohol Henny we be sipping
No bills on we
We
And you won't care still
Where ever you are we'll be watching
If we see a fox we'll be ready for launching
Early mornings? We do not care
What you do is not
my guys with another one yeah yeah
Where are where are you
Where are where are you
Where are where are you
Where are where are you
Where are where are
I guess you wonder where I've been
I searched to find a love within
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you and I can't let go
(I guess
me, semi autos hug against me
Can you hear me, are you with me
I just spent 150, on some garments cause I'm picky
I been living really wicked
Exquisite
(I guess you wonder where I've been) You find your way home so many times, I told you to run
(I searched to find a love within)
If your love was
been makin' peace
With the fact black bodies are worth more if they're deceased
I'm trapped in a nine-by-twelve, awaitin' our release
Not takin' it
sellin' nickel bags
Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?
Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half
Smokers get the [?], man where
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