Lyrics:
down my shine
And I'd rather do time
Than to not be alive with a set of open eyes
Not lookin up to god
Cause he's not too fond of myself
I'm reminded by
Wanna call you but it's way too late
I keep on scrolling through those hot, hot takes
Ordering food I tell 'em leave it at the door
Licking my fingers
a drunken town fight
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born
On a hot muggy morn by the dawn's early light
In the port of Amsterdam where
a drunkin' down fight.
But in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born
On a muggy, hot morn by the dawns early light.
In the port of Amsterdam
and nasty
Rode your pony's head too low
There were all the nights you couldn't sleep
'cause it was too damn cold
And you'd sing "strawberry roan" and "little
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
to your mama, though (your mama)
Hot on the street like thermometers (thermometers)
You rats'll never be honorable (fuck 'em)
They know I'ma kid of my
paradise, this music is nice
It makes you hot if you want it too, or twice as cold as ice
It brings love to the heart of a criminal
With this subliminal
to be a thug
Runnin' from cops out on the block, the boy was hot and didn't give a fuck (scandolous)
Runnin' up in the black mask, niggas if you got
the throne
Shit get too deep and they dug up your bones
I'm sippin' that Sleep and
I'm smoking that Gone
When you reach your peak
We gon' cut off your arms
She
Too much shit on our plate though
You got more you wanna do?
Can we sleep in tomorrow?
My mattress be missing me
My ashtray be too empty
The crib too
tissue
And send what's left back to yo mammy
'Cause that bitch might miss you
But first, I want to slowly peel off all your skin
Degreaser boilin' hot
he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want
fucked up in the back
Checkin on my weed and scratch I damn near fell out the lat
I hit the sack to sleep it off woke up woozy and still smoking
[Talking]
I remember (I remember)
Right before I used to go to sleep (right before I used to go to sleep)
Me and my mom (me and my mom)
My mom used
and danced o'er the hot rocky roads
Back to Eretz Yisroel's land
We worked with plow and rake and hoe
And we blessed the works of our hands
My name is Ezra
fo' - do
Any one of my cars or truck made by Lincoln
Peel out on every block - wheel rubber still stinkin
Don't run up on me too quick, you better
inside
Along for the ride
Taking my strides
Living with pride til I die
Say that I'm up when I'm felling down
Getting too hot need to cool it down
Thinking
I ain't surprised
Another black man killed by a black
Man with another gun but
I guess sums up every homicide
Every drive-by, every bullet fired
I'm an assassin, I don't really think that I could've masked it
I am a shooter, need me a cooler, getting too hot when I shoot to the basket
You
beats
Our parents are sharp like cactus's
And you can tell by chips, we sleep on mattresses
Dimes flooded out in the hideous
Shit you see in
hand so you best not sleep
No, I'm not Herman Munster or Dr. Spock
I go by the name of the King Adrock
So here's a match, my ass and your face
Listen
like I'm livin in the lap of luxury
But I can't function, bee
I need hot water and heat to take a bath
My high-top fade trimmed, so I don't look like
my best though
Hounds of hell hot on my heels
I can feel nothing but fear
Hound of heaven lift me up
You said you'd fill my cup
I'm haunted by the Holy
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