Lyrics:
[Intro:]
[Deep Voice:] Hustlenomics
[The Game:] eh joc
[Yung Joc:] wud up nigga?
[The Game:] a nigga quick produced this shit?
[Yung Joc:] Hell
shit was a pastry
What she did got me feeling real lazy like
Sarah so gorgeous
Love ya voice when you sing like the chorus
I'm looking back I cannot take
[Incomprehensible], I think by now
These people know we are trying to say
"We need to praise the Lord"
[Incomprehensible], that's all I'm sayin' man
Hey hey,
grounded and retained substance
Took a step back and gave it some judgement
Thought I was stuck where I didn't wanna be
I imagined things differently
I had
This is a call out to all the youth in the ghettos, suburbs, villages, townships. To all the kids who download this song for free. By any means.
and rights
And oppose the things we faced with
Amused by our cries
And dismissing all that we saying
Even despise
Our willingness to see some changes
These are
Kalikeezy, Young ?? why you keep doin it to yourself dawg
Her jaws are full get back she'll holla tomorrow
And a drum gettin busy
You hear that
BOOM BAP
Feel it
Move back
Smell the fumes
CRACK!
Dope fiends in a line
For caffeine
Cocaine
Codeine
COBAIN
Cold brew
No
the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
And a drum gettin busy
You hear that
BOOM BAP
Feel it
Move back
Smell the fumes
CRACK!
Dope fiends in a line
For caffeine
Cocaine
voice sounds hoarse
Won’t sit through a mutha fuckin' production course
Rather learn hands on without any remorse
As days go by life jus gets worse
I'm back!
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back!
I'm back in the saddle again
Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for
collide with the generals
Surround me like the most high
Surrounded by Cherubim
Who'd imagine the illest collabo
Priest and Nas are incredible
He's spit's
flossin,
Crawlin on them inches
Fall up in the club
? all the women
Who are you?
Mike jones! who?
Mike Jones! Who?
Mike Jones! Who?
Mike Jones!
Boy
surgury like Quincey Jones
Cause I can give Beverly, Demi and even Melvin Moore (more)
Van Halen, Eddie, get Ellen ready make Pauly Shore (sure)
Your new
From holdin a stature of clear submission
By not speaking we're giving approval
These times we're living
We all need grace and forgiveness
We're back
a personal
Exile, but exile to come back and
Deliver my magnum opus of
A work, and to be outshined…to
Be beat by a girl, basically
This was necessary i think
on the streets with the beats in the jeeps
Comin back in '94 with the raw that's against the law
It's the G-O-D, my delivery is see-O-D
Word is bond and bond
of silence **
It was a mansion on the outskirts of chicago, I clout
Hood went by the name of mikey budafeuco didn't like me
Ms jones was around back I took
Saw the ghost of Bob Dylan floating there over the sea
It was dark and I was stumbling down deck three
In that voice of sand and grit the iron joker
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You
stay focused on your goals
I got Hip-Hop music in my bones
My voice is low like James Earl Jones
I'm Obi-Wan I'm attacking clones
I was once unknown
Johnny got up one morning; he went down to the company store
Got him a big box of bullets to fit into his .44
The store man said, "Son, are you
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for
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