rock-n-roll? naw this that flip-flop flow
fuck them boys
man
if you niggaz gon' do somethin man
let's do some shit nigga
we can turn this motherfucker into dodge city motherfucker
nigga i don't give a fuck nigga
can't you tell bitch?!
someone caught stressin
dead in the chest
and he started flamin out of his breath
haven't you heard? runnin in the 90's on 123rd
t-rock
done got shot and i got
to find a murderer
with a double-edge pump and a church killer
don't worship and the cops got bored
fillin for baby boy
showin up for the unsolved
deployed
little eazy leave me and wally
damn
little angel she was so small
grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin dotty
havin a ball
ball
but i'm still rollin through the shore
pray redemption
runaway slaves
you house niggaz
rollin with plantations on full of a fraction
grab yo' crouch nigga
i don't give a fuck
i
will fucked you up
we gettin pumped in st. luce
forgettin my thugs now who do you trust?
ante up and i'll bust
my gun; thuggin and bumrush
the punks
runnin amuck dusk
'til dawn; money for blood
stop
'til they pump
but in walkin off
slow - it shows i got nuts
come to the light
then to the darkness
glance at bb baby
i don't give a fuck; i
don't give a fuck
haha
motherfucker. nigga
these hoe-ass niggaz don't wanna see me nigga
in the motherfuckin cross section bitch
i'll bust on you bitches on the freeway motherfucker!
you hoes just don't know
do you boy?
heh
i'm tellin you boy
i'm tellin you. literally
possessed
i got veins
poppin out my neck
with original thugs and a lexus checklist
got 'em all breathless
then i suggest you'd ask magic
for the rabbit's strategy
tragic when they capture me
when the cops search
the auto anyone cop pleas
indeed
hit 'em with blasphemy and they cashin in on his tragedy
you see i'm sorta like dorothy but i'm a soldier
the wickedest witch in the west can't have me
fuck the shoes look
barefoot
roll over toto
there put
put a stick in the mouth
and i might go as quiet as a mouse
never did lie
ready and green
never so loud
quiet indeed
remember the man be attend by the ouija
yellow brick road was greetin the king
gotta take chances
what
i'm back in kansas; it was all a dream
now i clack back my heels on the d-low
he-he-he seein things
bitch
and i spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker
hell yeah
fuck all these demons
can't none of you hoes stop me!
little confucious for the music
wally
which get rich for the trial and now
better than god devise realize you can end up bigger
but my niggaz in the middle ballin we won't stop
the foul sinnin the killin now
and then nobody gets in the middle together
and they tell the nigga it good to be back from prison
but don't nobody feel him but them niggaz around the globe
and the mission was money was gold
but he went nutty when money because he was out of the gully
with nothin but ugly souls
better make us and touch
no one will touch me
one wait 'til they rough enough
got him at last but i just corrupt
i don't even erupt
what up
trapped in a rapture
the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin
snatch you
we havin a blast
you tattered like cattle
and medallions
diamonds in the gallo
ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average asses
in the shadows out of the battlefield
i'll bust on you bitches on the freeway motherfucker!
fuck all these demons
and i spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker
fuck all these demons
and i spoke my mind
hell yeah
and i spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker