Lyrics:
and you choke
When I'm near pull up a chair let me
Explain how I maintain the youthful glow
For you that don't know it's called H2O
So stop asking when I
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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album entitled "A Tonic For The Troops"
the traction
Two of us are ten of you
The fuck you think you gonna do?
I rap, not speak, I am the free
I grab the mic, release the truth
A ruthless piece
first I high five if You dive
Just make sure that you ready Like sponge when I bob
Beans please with this two Piece still the same no change Fair exchange
Marijuana Music
Bob your head to it
When you consume it
Tune in and abuse it
Inhale exhale
Now yell love that smell
Uncle Nard aiming at the Aunties
Mama called me crazy but I had to do my thing yah
Bitch I’m heating up like a feen-that watch the ice melt
Ahead by an era people staring I might error
What she do, what she do, what she do
Ain't nobody could compare with the way we boutta move
21 whole shots in the air like rue
Show out front I'm in
you mothafuckers want Shady)
The lost begotten seed of 2Pac (if Pac was still here now)
To lead this industry into the ways of the man (he would never
I'd have to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are
na wolność
Wydają dźwięki jak z porno
Do tego hajsy rodziców ta walczą o pastisz i tytuł
Tak męscy że by się przydał im zastrzyk z plemników
Gengi i
bliss
Do you wanna be, like mommy and dad?
Or do you wanna remain stuck in the toybox land?
It goes
One for the bass
Two for the trouble
Three for
ain't no gangster, but neither are you
I'm from that Adamsville where
They will murder you
Hey Tigger Tigger let me tell
Them a thing or two i’m not you
cool I never take my coat off
Detroit Diesel; flex it middle finger to my foes YUH
Do the heavy liftin' pistol poppin' like a piston
Guarantee you won't
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Matthew 7:3,5, James 1:2, Matthew 5:16
Too many black sheep in the family
Too many stones from a house
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
My mind's a fractured maze, I'm just trying to keep my pace
Live it by the day to day, cuz
I got 18, plus 2 luckies, on the other side it's sunny
But
a nigga late
Like, what it do, Bob?
This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag
They was talkin' shit, now they talk to 2Pac
Now they JFK with the roof off
Like
too, her sister Keesha and Sue
Her cousins, aunts and nieces start walking in by two
Like who's trying to keep they composure now
I'm feeling it can't
to be up by the bar cuz its easy, now come with me
shorty's looking sexy, yes indeed,
she's comin' home with me
[Cuban Link]
(verse one)
me and thugs up
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
Confident now
My life is great
Can’t nothing stop me
Don’t count me out
Ain’t got no Waze
Ain’t stop for nothing
I found my route
Verse 2:
Do you wanna make
don't hate the feeling
So tell me how I can bring you down
From up in the sky
Cause I want you
So light me up inside like you do
Every night I'm by your
pronto
Bombs go boom, throw two Glocks to Robocop
Look, mom, wow, my boob job's by Photoshop
Do not go downtown for colonoscopy
Doctors took Tom's foot, so
the nation how it’s supposed to be
Not only do I over-stand l know I oversee I
Verse 2:
I respect I so I just can’t sit by and do nothing while we just kill
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