Lyrics:
kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick
posted up
Two gun cases, taking chances after party's gone
April twenty-six, when they in that twenty-six
No fifty-two bars, behind bars he fifty-two in
śmieszne
Aby odkręcić te ściemy potrzebne są im lata świetlne
Prawda jest naga o pomstę do nieba wola
Nie oczekuj od manekinów by ubierały myśli w słowa
Forty two or forty and twenty is always sixty two or sixty
Earnings before interest and taxes
People have the power
No
People have to pay for power
So, which one of these do you like
This lip petal by Bobbi Brown and
Hold on
This is Veneer by M-A-C
Which one do you like best?
You know, you
What's your question?
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
What's Clef?
I'm not a Bob Marley impostor
What's Clef got to do with
two I got
Crazy thing, even Sue want to sue
Boiling down the so calls, have a cup after brew
How many songs do you got? Man, got quite a few
All these
something
Do something
Scream something
AIGHHHTT
Cruelsome
Gruesome
Hoodlums
I...
V-I-C-T-O-R-Y
[Chorus]
I'm still climbin'
Niggaz be rhyming
tryna look good but I like you more without the weave
I'd bob and weave if you bob and weave
Put up a fight for us
If I turn my back know you special
I don't get offended by the thinking of the old
Where I'm at is where I go, and a circle ain't my thang
So it seems there were two gangs
Not
Yeah, baby
Yeah, baby
This my undisputed truth, uh-huh
My life is like forbidden fruit, my bitch know better than I do
A woman's worth, I barely
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
to the people
It's got nothing to lose
You can bob it, weave it
Some love it, some lеave it
Knowledge is powеr but some keep it a secret
Some really need it
Some
timing, cause I ain't just anybody
You can bet
I can't do wrong
Not for too long
And by the end of this song
You fuckin' with me like your best friend
Show
two parking spots
Gotta Glock by my dick i bear arms on God
My mesh say three letters my shit saying JPG
Model shit wit me she pageant she ready
My
to do something
So I'm Knocking On Heaven's Door, like I'm Bob Dylan
Ever comtemplating, the charges I'm facing
My new-born son, I hope I see his
Caution, do not mix wit alcohol
It may cause drowsiness
Keep out of reach of small children
I roll it back, crack a Dutch, have a sizip
Get
verse
But here, tonight, at Billy Bob's, we are going to correct that for you
We're going to do the third verse to the Backside To Thirty
We knew we
save the children
Escape the poverty for live and, let live
Die by the mic, shadow steel by night
(repeat 2X)
[movie dialogue]
who lives on fibs.
Masturbate
Mental masturbate
Mental masturbate right now
If you don’t know how to do it,
The GOP will show you how
2. Ignoring
so I'm high (x2)
It's about us, Made each other blush
Newfound crush, Couldn't stay hush
Made my push
What would you do if you were dealt a royal
for this game Bob Lemon
Gangsta, hustla, shit I bleed it
Keep these niggas heated
I don't do reservations I walk
In and get seated
Best believe it this
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
What's a girl like you
Doin' in a place like
I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both
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