mind So long to me - ' So long, So long, So long to me. So long, So long, So long to me. [Outro guitar solo] So long. So long, So long to me.
not long ago There was a little rapper about to blow But his album came and it was not good I think it went lead or double copper wood So the silly little
Star ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger") -- [Lucky Luciano] [Chorus: Shyykidd] Don't mess with Texas, oh no We just so damn, what, so cold Competition
up my anchor as the missile When I say we got the brrr I ain?t tryna whistle Long body Maybach, it make me feel so little I?m ballin? on the suckers
go to see him some times But he don't have much to say anymore So we sit on his headstone with a fifth of Jack D Here's to a long line of sinners like
for killin' my best boy, haters On permenant hiatus as I escape In the Maybach Benz Fly this then sanaa lathan Pumpin' Brown Sugar by D'Angelo In Los Angeles
somebody even had to tell me twice So this music is my sacrifice, so I'll be dedicated Determinated and dependable, to demonstrate directly And use the opportunity correctly So
quot; Second angel says "ain't you tired of being alone? " Third angel says "do the right thing, meat" Fourth angel says "check that other little angel
glocks out the box All y'all fulla dope, at the bow(?) .. what? Talib Kweli Yeah yeah.. yo Kweli, I'm rock this body and so forth and so on You
brother go to see him some times But he don't have much to say anymore So we sit on his headstone with a fifth of Jack D. Here's to a long line of sinners
Fuck the hoe shit, mercury back tax ? birth? for me Personally I existed when earth was in need, indeed Human lifeform transformed from light storms, poltrons Electrons nuetrons, iced long Nights long
hoe shit, mercury back tax the birth for me Personally I existed when earth was in need, indeed Human life form transformed from light storms Poltroons, electrons neutrons, iced long Nights long
best, poor haters On permanent, hi-atus as I skate in the Maybach Benz, fly this guy leavin Pumpin "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo In Los Angeles, like an evangelist
brother go to see him sometimes, but he don't have much to say anymore. So we sit on his headstone with a fifth of Jim Beam, here's to a long line of
box All y'all fulla dope, at the bow(?) .. what? [Talib Kweli] Yeah yeah.. yo Kweli, I'm rock this body and so forth and so on You can get the dick,
