Lyrics:
never will forget me love Anachie
Down came her father and he's standing by the door
Saying Jeannie your trying the tricks of a whore
You care nothing
disrespect, caught a body
Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party
Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed
Had a partner tried to play me and his
followin' me nose
Just follow yer nose
That's what me grandda used to do
A great man for followin' his nose was me grandda
On me mother's soul - he could
knocking me down
Yet his love for me was forever bound
Here I sat at age thirteen
The smoking lungs that left me seen
In hopes he'd see I was young too
This
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
, he help us
Wrong one gon' knock his ass out though
It's why he gotta lock all the niggas out for
Warden told the boy he better calm down
Step back
Doctor pumped chest, daddy said let him rest
A team rolled up and put him to his final death
hands got cold, god rest his soul
He walked out his body
money
Sleepin' on the street there ain't a damn thing funny
Hand me down food and hand me down clothes
A rockabilly past of which nobody knows
Makes his
and a band
And he stared at it sitting in the palm of his hand
And sat down next to a picture that sat on the nightstand
It was his wife in the picture on his
he's at home
He always hears voices when he's all alone
His wife took the kids, the car and the crib
In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib
New
didn't know
Just what he was there for, or where he ought to go.
Once he reached for something golden, hanging from a tree,
And his hand came down
the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on
His throne, puts his
Hand down his robe, the torture of inverse and silk screen and Harry,
of robes-sutures Harry and pig meat, the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on his throne, puts his hand down his robe, the torture of inverse
a stone
And he threw down his hammer and his chisel too
He lay frozen face down in the snow
But one hand was held for the world to see
Cut in the marble
stripped
And torn down by his black brothers and sisters
That were uneducated and that did not know
And he was stripped
And he was torn down by his
the days of gold
How oft' times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly
singles (Straight up)
Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
Round and round they go
Round and round they go
Pray for me
I'm about to hit the Ye button
reached Mathura Kamsa imprisoned Devaki, Vasudev in the dungeons.
One day Kamsa was sitting in his chamber,
when he got the news that day Devaki had given
hidden in his pocket?
You see, when I had inherited that garden
My mother had warned me I would be punished if I were ever to lose any of the
Beans
would be me
Had more game than the average bro'
And he was smooth when he was talkin' to the ladies though
Straight killa, I mean for real 'a
He kept
to tear off his head! Ronnie reached out with a huge left hand and grabbed a hold of my hair. With a right fist cocked, he said now boy you better start
stare of a dog whose day is done
As he watered the green stuff in his glass and the drops fell one by one
Then I got to figgering who he was and wondering
collecting Hebrus
He on the cap reading Hebrews
I'm in my cell eating seafood
Big H on the Hermes dishes
Pistol whipped the nigga
Left his whole head twisted
Look, I say a prayer for my enemies
They cannot slow down what's meant for me
Funny how they come around like I can't see through they secret identities
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