, she try to diss my rhyme flow She ain't know we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashion Simmons name synonymous wit this cash It's our passion, what? Yo basically
playa Get it down like a playa, spit a round like a playa If you a playa, get an ounce playa, bounce, playa Bounce, bounce, bounce If you a playa , you got the three basic
of a man's skin Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes Me say war That until the basic human rights are equally Guaranteed to all, without
'm breaking the rules gonna act like a fool On the street You are looking so hard for a place for the night All you want is understanding of your basic
army song to be the counterpart of th Y's anchors away and the airforce's up in the air junior birdman songs. I was in basic training at the time and
I was once a broken man I was once a broken fool Lost my wife and children To one basic broken rule Now I live my life in silence Though I'm not quite
You know I love it when you're loving me Sometimes it's better when it's publicly I'm not ashamed, I don't care who sees Just hanging and kissing our love extra basically
fade This that eastside shit dog, let it be known And our hands in all the car folk, nothin' but chrome It's all stuntin' in the Dec. dog that's rule
and sellin' out these venues My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued And those who fake, I take on you and your dudes I rule
checkin' up on me man that's all right Just one more dance, man I can handle that right! (yeah) Throw your hands up (up), throw out the rules Party with
, I got pounds of weed I need some more, another store, another house, indeed An X amount of G, the reason pounds'll squeeze And strip you naked, basic
Of the young, black and rich, the infamous You ain't crazy, don't make me show you Why they call us this the infamous We own the streets, who basically
Chorus: life is what you make it, though it may sound basic. goin though some bad times (in my life) then be thankful for the good times yeeeah though
love me to death my little brother nick I guess he'z loving whatz left [Chorus (Sara)] Life is what u make it though it may sound basic going through
A British bank is run with precision, a British home requires nothing less Tradition, discipline and rules must be the tools Without them disorder, chaos
Basic instincts, social life Paradoxes side by side Don't submit to stupid rules Be yourself and not a fool Don't accept average habits Open your heart
Humanity is covered by the veil of suffocation compassionated world is set on fire the leaders rule with no regret dead bodies have formed the absolute
I'm sending to a brand new level, I revel in completion I'd like to see deletion of the parasite to make it go right Fools know rules but the rest keep