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the booth and I recited his lines,
And I still think about my nigga from time to time,
Make me wanna call 50, and let him know what's on my mind,
But I
Yeah, this is Dr. Dre
And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!
The album is 'Vehicle City'
Aftermath
This some 2018 shit
So
by the streets then they died before anybody showed us
This is for my niggas and the city
For the hustlers for the ballers for the sliders who get
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
don't live to see
But this hayride is fallin' by
The wayside of industry
Strippin' our history 'til there's
Nought left of
Dynasties of leather and dirt,
the sign
They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives
What, we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight
And you know they
assets
deep in the aztecs break out before the sun set
street wars gimme yours crime is what I live for
got rhymes galore next time its at the wu
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
leavin' it all up to me
When all I needed was clarity, and
Someone to tell me what the fuck is going on
Goddamn it
Slipping farther and farther away
leavin' it all up to me
When all I needed was clarity, and
Someone to tell me what the fuck is going on
Goddamn it
Slipping farther and farther away
put mama in wraith make sure my kids have good doctors
Tryna get through school first time ever mentioning college
I been writing down my thoughts in
time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album
on the sidewalk while the coppers watch
You need to listen when I talk, so pop a squat
Influenced by the one who finished off Papa Doc
My flow and his beat is
and see
Instinct, instinct, instinct
Eenie, meenie, minie, moe
Can never catch the things that I'm saying by the toe
Always take my time, hyperbolic time
in my past
This is what they did to me in history it's sad
How they've frozen me in time now they caught up with the
Older me
Now that I'm the older
and connect all of you!
I just wanna...
I just wanna...
I don't know a thing...
My words are flying in the soundwave
Created by my voice!
Echo is lost again!
I
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002
Always on the grind
I shine time after time
This is the prelude to the might of rhyme
Now you going to feel
What it feels like
To come from my
I'm ma push to pulverize
You into pus and plus
Each time that my palm is ready
I'll come through to punch you with a stupid punch
Line so fast you'll
built,
grab your guns and bust off, my nigga
Yeah my nigga, it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear
I'm what you lame steer got the game near
Buy 'caine by
I stood next to my wife
In a line surrounded by hundreds of other people on our way to watch Star Wars
When suddenly I was engulfed with fear
my line
Y'all calling me saying that I was right
By that time I'm already on my flight
What am I supposed to say I told you so
Women always want
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