Lyrics:
Talk, Holiday Styles, S-P or whatever you choose
A pound of weed, four guns and a liter of booze
Chew niggas out they shoes, what
Come and fuck
mulattos had no trouble at all with men
All men say that I'm as sweet as honey
'Cause I'm thirty-four, thirty-eight and twenty-two at the tummy
They called
groupies
In the bitch after all
Fuck one down!
Welcome 2 Da Family
Woke up at 4 am for breakfast "chow" I had
Coffee that was given to me along with some
after a twenty four
Makes you able to do another twenty four mo'
Damn it feels good to light up after a twenty four
Makes you able to do another twenty
It’s just a part of the game
I’m from where the hammers go bang
Where the thugs slang
Twenty four seven it ain’t never gonna change
It’s a shame it’s
(You know that I got insomnia)
Showed up at 4:20
(4:20)
I heard my doorbell ring
(Doorbell ring)
Bottles of Sangria
(Sangria)
My girl got insomnia
(ooh I
Four twenty on the westside highway
Four twenty on the westside highway
Four twenty on the westside highway
Gasoline flying out the window pane
You on my mind
Twenty-four seven that's all the time
Got me feeling something
No denying
You want to keep it friendly?
Why you lying?
Give you my
How come twenty-four hours sometimes seems to slip into three weeks?
Outlook grim is a warning
There'll be three more dead by three in the morning
Welcome to a party in the G town city
Where the nights are alive and the girls are pretty
This is how we ride in the G town city
Twenty four seven
And I lock up the vault
Twenty four shots
I just had to let it out
Twenty four shots
I just had to let it out
Did you hear what I said
Wanna know how I
Tru G's
See me and P and see
See expeditions with uzi's
Choppin up two ki's
Baby twenty-four oz's a piece
Cause see if it ain't
I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get
[I-20]
Yeah, adult Hip Hop 25 and older put your hands up
Rich Nice where you at baby? Whoo!
I go by the name Bobby Bronson
Yeah, this is Disturbing
My past talking
Conversations in the grey
Twenty nights, twenty days
Numb the pain through the face
I’m past talking
Staying quiet, on a chase
I
Yeah
Uh
Twenty more seconds till that new year hits
And I've been grinding for like twenty two seasons
Plenty thrills on this sinking ship
But I
(Twenty-twenty-twenty-twenty-two)
Sometimes I think this planet is just rotten to its' core
The profiteers of death will line their pockets with the war
I've now been here four
Nostalgia
I never felt that before
That's what your twenties are for
We were just saying goodbye, then one day you wake up and realize
You haven't
your train roll by?
Nine-sixteen and two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five.
At nine-sixteen, two-forty-four, twenty-five minutes 'til five.
Its just a simple introduction
To a new chapter
Another story told, behold
Another year older, broke the mold
And showed that twenty-four
Just
not twenty-seven
Watch the computer
Sit by the telephone
Waiting for hours
Video games
Books on the bed
Cards I never sent
It's not like
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm
víc, jsem doktor Kalban
Seš Mickey, Mickey Mouse
Sem jak klicky, klicky Klaus
Sem arogantní, čau
Jedu four by four (klidně udělám house, klidně udělám
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