Lyrics:
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up,
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need
First and the third in row (whoa)
Junkies, they beatin down the door (woo)
Thumb through that check when I count up that check
Like I'm playing three
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
scientifical, far from typical
My rap style, is dy-no-mite
It make you want to be like the E Double, and not like Mike
Yo, bust my acoustics, spling
dropped gems
Moment of truth when they bust in
Cracked door acoustics from the Uzi
Make Zimmer man shit sound bad
Crime scene make a nigga feel like Bruce
know our love is true
I've been so far from here
Far from your warm arms
It's good to feel you again
It's been a long long time hasn't it?
alright
But see what is the point?
Buy a record at the door - go home to your life
But playing live does have its good sides
And it's always when
feels like poetry
When the rain falls down on the window
While you're in my arms
And we're watching the TV
Yeah, I quite miss home
Yeah, I quite miss
Life is game can't play like me
King and Khano got em going crazy
We got a drip that's too Wavy
This for sure and you're maybe
Walk in the door take your
slow so i gotta do it early
Suicide Doors on the lambo give me mercy
Shorty by my side she's the reason that I'm worthy
Feel like I'm on the last road
I
gettin' stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh)
Ace ban rap, the place,
our turn to play calypsos
Yo me and you meet me by the two
A war goin' on that's involvin' the crews
Bring both your arms Rel and Moose down in
The reason why I'm by your house
You threw your briefcase all on the couch
I plan on creeping through your
Damn door and blowing out
Every piece of your brain
life on the beach road
Far north, south west, down south east coast
I dunno but it feels so easy, coastal kids who just sing in the sea breeze
Who
and the voices reaching high and delivery on time
Bitch you know Imma shine
Gimme the juice, Im in the mood
Feel like Im riding a coupe when Im stepping it up in
disgusted with myself
Cause I’m addicted to women, and dicking ‘em down viciously
Like maybe I should quit
Maybe I should go home
Maybe I should go
my air conditioning
So attention wind for lift,I hope you all can feel the whiff
So children get your microphones and treat them like
A Christmas gift
My friend Harvey married Tracey McCall,
By Christ she was a scary old doll.
A voice out of hell and a temper to boot,
Arms like a navvy and a face
the background westbound
Huntin' down pussy like a bloodhound
Plus I feel that no style is darker than mine
You can stick that into places where the sun don't
Ringin the bell, heard a yell but wasn't sure
Dropped my luggage to the ground, put my ear to the door
Slow music, H-Town, no that's down low
My baby's,
went?
Ringin' the bell, heard a yell but wasn't sure
Dropped my luggage to the ground, put my ear to the door
Slow music, H-Town, no that's down low
man, made something from nothing
Picture working so hard, and you can't cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What
Yeah she lives in my head rent free
Knocking on the door, I see her coming in
Put your shoulder on my head, I'll put my arm around you
She getting bolder
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