Lyrics:
A man opened his window and stared up Primrose Hill
Out there enjoying themselves I've seen them from this sill
Green splashed with white and red
never will die
And oh, it keeps me dancing and oh
Rock Miss Red, the times we've spent
Going over by the hill
Rock Miss Red, the times we've dreamt
to sell crack
Mansion in the hills
Can buy all my people cribs
I Ain't dance with the devil
I ain't have to make a deal
I can wake up in the morning 2
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
pokin'
Out on the po's, but I still keep yokin'
Blowin' by them haters who be constantly hopin'
That one day, that ya boy go broken
But, never that,
Baby Dolls party til it shut down
South Oak Cliff, Red Bird, Keist Park
Ledbetter, Cockrell Hill, Duncanville, Bishop crts
c-town by the ballpark back
basically (do you want me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin' lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh)
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest
but a big barber chair!
He stuck my head in the sink and put red dye all over my Hair
And when I sat up it ran into my eyes
And I looked in
corners this bad truth
I'm surrounded by lies, friends in disguise
Shame is all around, I sense a goodbye
Why oh why is everything rather fucked up than
surrounded by this much pink ice?
Look but don't touch, motherfucker think twice
'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a light?
[Hook]
that’s why I ball like steve nash
You see a cop is you gon drop or do the dash
This for my members bitch I step up out the pussy to a
She feel im a killer
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
down homie can you feel it?
Blazin by the 0 hands down with the realist
Eyes very low but i'm wide wake
Blood shot red eyes that's my give and take
Inhale sour diesel, white widow
Kush by the boat load (inhale)
Sour diesel, white widow
Kush by the boat load (inhale)
Sour diesel, white widow
Kush
think my name Steve Nash
You niggas ain't nothing like me
I'm sick to my stomach when I know I ain't chasing no bands
Aye
Take the lil bitch and I pipe
Coast at Trax East with Steve
We punch the tape in turn it up and drive away
Flashback it's '93
It's summer in September blue landline rings
You say,
dead bodies and glass pipes
That was the age four, and by the age ten
They opened up the caged doors and let the fuckin' beast out
Fuck my auntie
pokin'
Out on the po's, but I still keep yokin'
Blowin' by them haters who be constantly hopin'
That one day, that ya boy go broken
But, never that,
singing that Stacy (Steve Lacy)
I'm in the hills, He stuck in the matrix
Made me like three, that shit is a hat trick
Cross on that red, He turned into
If You Can't Hide It, Paint It Red
Words & Music by Steve Richard Mahoney / Timothy Vincent Mauldin
When you're one among the martyrs,
But there's
, giving up ain't no plan for me
Yeah I still roll by myself I'm by my lonely
That remind of the way my shorty throws it
Move that only, Move that only, Move
walk on
I guess the bottom line's I've got to be strong
Journey up hill it won't be long
Especially if you walk and sing the Lord's song
Here's a nice
boys flop.
Like it or not I'm the game and
I'm showin' up, keke got dat oil and we pourin' up,
Hit the club wit captain jack
And big Steve
all over her shirt
Smokin og on that codine
Roll a dub by full of that purp
I said hoe you Betta turn up
Cuz my nation bout that burn up
Got that Asian
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