We screwface competition with ruthie cola mixture I'm way above, shine on crews like a street lamp fixture [together] Super duty tough words, all vision
bungalow with the van All ill technology to watch if I ran, he only gave me Woody gave sixty eight other black mans Now, if Pa-Blow would've kept it
rule book throw it in the waste Look strong Like you belong cause you do belong Whether right or wrong you belong (Because) I'm on your side if you fail at least you
worldwide TV Contra deals and killing fields you grease the wheels But is it all it seems Hunger strike and prices hike eat all you like Well you know
host All hopes in you imperishably kept Is God your wish and all your dreams If your body is frail then yes by all means Make yourself all honey and
'll be the one that awards you, and pins the metal on you, Dedicate a song to you, cause now you honorable, You want a record deal?, Explain the lyrical
they just don't seem to yield Bodies are scattered in all parts of the field Oh no! Did I tell you what would happen if you tried? "Oh God, stop this
came from The jails in which I've done my time I fail hard to regain Dark girl, dark girl it kills me so To watch you so afraid You know that you've
'm gonna let them royalty checks accumulate We so good with it there's nothing you can do but hate If I had a dollar for all of y'all That wanna see
all about the suave, diggy-dog Just ride If you feelin' my vibe then we can all just (Ride) If you wanna get down then we can all just (Ride) All my
diggy-dog Just ride [Choclair {Saukrates}] If you feelin' my vibe then we can all just {Ride} If you wanna get down then we can all just {Ride} All my
our veins [futureman] there's magic everywhere we've been released of all our chains [hippie] we're taking in the view oceans of blue, fields of green
IN LIKE A HOUR WE SO FRESH, WE KILLED THE SCENE {KILLED THE SCENE} YOU WIT A BOSS COME BE A QUEEN IF YOU KNOW WAT I MEAN LOOSE YOUR OTHER MAN, DAT NON
wicked metaphors An' smash y?all Attach y?all to the back of my horse An' drag y?all across the motherfuckin' asphalt 9 outta 10 niggas is frauds You know who you
gear (yeah) You on a treadmill homey, you just runnin' still You sense the rap but all the other rappers love the field I got the plaque but now I'm back
I like to cut to the chase You see, I've never been one for reinin' back To a slow and steady pace If you ask me where we're bound Well, honey, I just