Lyrics:
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
meet a native Nazi space alien
My rocket ship is gettin' hot the sun rays very radiant
Show Portland what eight do twenty four brother Blazers Damien
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,
Let a nigga talk shit then he get ran down
Bitch this glock twenty-three bringing all of them rounds
Ion cop it by the zip I buy the god damn pound
fuck is you mad at?
I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?
Tell me, what the fuck
and claws
The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws
That's up to they get cramps in they jaws
I keep kefs jammed in the four
Amp meter
1 time for my bitches
2 times for my guys
3 times for my 4 5
Gotta keep it by my side
6 deep when we ride
7 in the morning
Gotta get up and get
and trees grow
Grind twenty-four hours out the day like im kobe
Getting money even if it's by my lonely
Keep a stack can't leave with none on me
On my mamma I
and left
4/imprisoned by my thought, I remained awake
5/ God, save me, give me strength to leave this heart locked
6/Grasshopper, I am impressed by your
Twenty for my girl and eight for my bro
Take 'em from eachother, huh, wait, hold on
Divide it by the beast, break me out of my shell
Twelve by six,
at twenty-five she came around.
I fucked things up around twenty-six
cnd by twenty-eight they were finally fixed.
It all came down to Christmas Eve,
With just four
of it
Borderline rhymer me I’m just sorta kind of
trying stay out west like the fourty niners
Bored and higher than you twenty four seven
Currently living
in a bar room, Lord
Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'm sittin' by the fire
Huddled with my honey in her Country
and claws
The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws
That's up to they get cramps in they jaws
I keep kefs jammed in the four
Amp meter
and claws
The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws
That's up to they get cramps in they jaws
I keep kefs jammed in the four
Amp meter
bricks
Down in Camdon, we handlin' to D.C.
Chips on fights with China White's by they tight PP
Wanting PC but all they get is good dick or four clips
For
machine
Since 1964, the group had used four track for
All their album albums by but 1966
They found their musical arrangements usually
Required more tracks
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
You asked for it buddy, here it comes
One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep
of twenty-one you'll still march to their tune
Hup, two, three, four
Hup, two, three, four
Hup, two, three, four
Hup, two, three, four
Tin soldiers,
twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills and a minithin
Is fuckin' crazy, you hear me? Ha?
Is fuckin' crazy, hello, hi
'Cause any man who would jump in
of being himself
If not right now, then when?
If not right here, then where?
If not by you, then who?
Nobody else can help him to become one of two
Twenty
to me according to my faith
Matthew 14:31
Today, I will not sink into faithlessness and doubt
I will be upheld by the mighty hand of God
Matthew 17:20
Twenty-four a day, seven days a week
Now when you're driving in your four by four
And you turn this up on your stereo
Whether night or day
Non-stop you'll
Bust out yo guts with this four four revolver
Oh you ain't know that's my fucking problem solver
Watch how fast I blast lil whooda
With cha bitch ass
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