Lyrics:
driving no license on Rory and Ivan
I guess I'm too crazy to manage (who the fuck are you?)
I am Lafleur, compare me to what
I came to reign, tear niggas
high
The honkey tonks in the Lone Star state
Are the finest I've ever come by
Well if you see my little Raylene
Won't you give her my best
If you're
changed
Metaphor, hardcore, ruffneck territory
Brain food because you have to read between the lines
Check rhyme by rhyme and try to comprehend my sings
gang related
Reinstated by the pecker wood
Situated in my neighborhood
Still an active gang member understood
Now you can find me
After, a bitch
to be wasting
Every moment alone
Why are we here hesitating
Baby come on and just let it go
Give me a chance let me open up your life Every step that you
[Police officer]
We have in Los Angeles cities about 50,000 gang members and 150,000 wannabes
[Conejo]
Live and direct from Planet Los Angeles
Weed,
All the real badman dem' step forward
We are gonna smash it
Put, put up your hand in the air
(Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, what the fuck)
Put, put up your
my hands
Go invest into bulletproof vest
We shooting at your chest until this AR jam
Switchblade feelin' like YASSOP, how I be
Runnin' round with that
stalks are generated and
they engrave
their names upon the
fields
blasts of charismatic
droplets anoint
me through my dying...
groping,
who is of god
this is enemy ground
Beware!
the wolves curse
baware!
the dark
fear!
the lupus luna
beware!
watain
Kerberos are We
the three-pronged
As they step into the back room, he slips in with them
You've got to take it as it comes
You've got to do what you've got to do
Until you get it done
care what you two were"
So it's a trick on your ego
A two-step off tempo
A solid gold bracelet
Under lights in a window
In some shopping mall
describe.
What a fool I'd be if I chose to hide
this transformation, new motivation.
Thought that we were close; I've known you all this time.
But I was
'em right here! in the middle of the street
Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat
You know it ain't nothin' sweet
I'm betrayed by
used to
Keep quiet, cause Kid Capri is teachin this
Sure you think I slept, but only if
We can conclude this matter
But your last feelings will still be
create
I guess that I would reckon, "By golly, I'm gettin' paid"
Or better yet, "I reckon it's time to be gettin' paid!"
So I sit and think, "Well, should
systems
Pump by four Jeeps
running like a convoy roll to the club
Kind of crowded
What a scene
pulling up with Jodeci
Blasting out the fifteen
So I
graduated from Thelonious Monk High School with knowledge
Then enrolled in Miles Davis music college
Graduated with honors with Giant Steps to gain
Some like
the meaning of hell
Boy, just let me tell you, that's where you are"
My heart won't beat
'Til we meet again together
Oh, don't cry
Keep me on your mind
water
I shall become the eye
Over the green grass
Gods they wander
Are we descendants of them?
Who suffered the flames
And the kingdom of death
Take me
As far as it can get
Beyond bricks of regret
Please take me to that place again
Take me
Where stiff becomes velvet
Our clothes are
I got a mill
Its stuffed in my closet
I'm taking off
They call me a rocket
I got a 9, it's by my left pocket
I wanna use it, dont make me pop it
How are you able to see me
I seem to be missing through my own eyes
I miss the reflection when I pass it by
In the mirror
Which is strange coz I
Whoa it's D.R.E. I got
The Best Of Me whoa
Yeah when the beat on I
Go hard got the song covered
Like a coastguard this my dream
Nigga it's my destiny
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