Lyrics:
can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
We all deal with shit on our own
And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand
Yeah, you know it gets
friend Mr. Skipijankings now storming off
the forced hole, not with out hearing some expletive
words hurled at him by the classless lord of the lace.
Tears
the same building
And he would help me with things and I would see him and think "what a cute guy"
And he was a cute guy
And it was just little by little
respond when I try to friend request her
Nikki left, Danielle was like fuck you bro
Hung up the phone and got ghost like a lost soul
Quetta only fuck with
the suits
With the cash
I tell' em
Pass the ruck, or get stuck by my comrade's badge
Just like my mom and dad had it
And did it
Easin in as slick as I can
As you pass bye winking
My eye's freshly scented
What's the happ's baby, what's up
Come get with me and perhaps lady
You can help me multiply my
(I will never forget ya)
Little Meeko, never forget ya (never forget ya)
My sister Zata, never forget ya (never forget ya)
Nikki, I will never
straight, okay?
They wanna play rough, huh? They wanna play rough, okay
Say hello to my little fuckin' friends
Okay, look at you now
You look like
You will find a little talk with Jesus makes it right
You may have doubts and fears
Your eye be filled with tears
Oh well my Jesus is a friend who
My hand of God's from the Bible Belt
My wave's so big even Michael Phelps
Can't swim my shit without some help
So breathe, huh huh, huh huh
You might
Sniffin my car with a hound dog
Separate me from my bitch and shit
Tryin to get my bitch to fuckin snitch and shit
Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane
Runnin
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
proud to say it! Yes sir!
Don't you want to have a little fun
Little sponge? Little something to pluck you
From the glum humdrum?
Live comfortably,
left me, I didn't know what to say
I never been on my own that way, just sat by myself all day
I was so lost back then
But with a little help from
on stage, know that I roll deep
It's about allowed for my princess pout
Growing in the south, yea they filled me with doubt
Now they all my friends so they
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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Words sometimes
a showstopper, phantom rocker
All I need's a little help from my friends like Joe Cocker
Hip-hopera, got you non-stop, so call the doctor
Operate on the beat
sound fucked up but they not all doin' great
Oh my God please, can I have a conversation with a
Member of my family without it endin' asking me for five
what I got with my girl
But I still want more from the world
So touching you with no emotions
Is the only potion of love that I got
So don't ask me for
Every venue sold out, fans lined up waitin'
50 really did that shit with no help from Live Nation (thanks 50)
I was playin' Uno on private jets, eatin'
""This is 911 what's your emergency? Send the police send the police! Whats the Problem there? The chimp killed my friend Whats the problem with your
feel cause you ain't felt it!
When I got a problem these little bitches ain't gone help me
I rather stuff this Kush inside my lungs, and I can't help it!
I miss my dawgs, unstable
You violate Chris? Then rah, turn Chris Benoit
Have him hit from far, nah
Fill 'em up with bricks and glass, nah
My
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