Lyrics:
from Australia
Yes can you hear it in my accent?
I actually suck with accents i wouldn't
Have been able to tell
What have you been up to today?
Umjust
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
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
If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin'
Even if it was would you still come crawlin'
Back again
I bet you would my friend
Again
If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin'
Even if it was would you still come crawlin'
Back again
I bet you would my friend
Again
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
'em with the crack pot
Then I'm 'finna beat 'em in the parking lot
As they forgot that my alter ego can hit a jackpot
From a one shot slot machine
I
the booth was filling with flies!
(help me, help me, help me!)
He held open the legs of his boxer shorts so they could all get in
Yes! and when each
When will my baby pick up the phone
Girl I want some pizza from Little Joe's
She want a burrito I go to Moe's
N then imma stop by the liquor store
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
said a rhyme by putting candles on my cake
I just came from the bank (you said a rhyme?) A rhyme so funny
A song about the line so long they all gave
from the truth
Oh yes
To war with who me dwell
To I man that is hell
Can't live so fi Ghetto Youths
To see love amongst my friends to Sizzla
Ho's hate, so I walk by slow-mo
You can't derail my mojo
You niggas suck no homo
We blow joe, we blow up what
Blow joe, blow joe, blow joe, blow joe
the instant he press record.
I'm well informed,
I might camouflage, never conform.
When I was a little shyer liquor would help me transform.
Old friends left
get weight
Most blind to the signs of the times
Tryna elevate minds with the
Lines in my rhymes
Chuck D with a little Pusha T
Against all odds, nigga
still let her suck this ten foot dick
Joe C. I'm a crazy hit
Down with Kid Rock in this South Park flick
I don't know much but Iknow this shit
Kyle's mama
to the dumdums
They call you niggas
And niggas try steel were they come from
I bring the front to all my homies out riding
Help a homie get on his feet,
don't care
You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold-finger knuckle
'Cause being as fly as me is
As I get a little older, I realize life is perspective
And my perspective may differ from yours
I wanna say thank you to everyone that's been down
to express what we feel to those who mourn with us today in this Cathedral and around the world. We loved him as a brother and father and son. From his
Turn the beat up a little bit more in here, Bengineer, please!
I guess I'm doing this one by myself
If you can't just be good with being by
at home, invite all my friends
Open up a brew or two, smoke some Cali green
On my Carolina shit, Ev' do his Cali thang
(it's poppin) i show him how we lean
walkin side by side with an angel
In front of my eyes
That prize keeps getting dangled
But can't grab at it so
My pride is being strangled
Workin shawty's
up bulldog, mixed with a Shinshuu cause I bulls***, party a little bit
Swim with the shark, you're bound to drown
my weed is like green, and yours
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