ass up like a six-four impala You floatin' on dirty water Pack your shit up nigga like it's on only you and your ? woda-goda? Track your ass down, smoke
put a lock on your clik Your style is past tense Hold on, Hold on You just started rappin Ever since you heard the shit We fuckin wit it's platinum Slow your
niggaz tryin' to cave in your roof We jumpin' on the top of your scrape-ella deuce Three or four niggaz tryin' to cave in your roof We jumpin' on the top of your
Your father was a rounder He played that rock and roll A leaper and a bounder Down to his gypsy soul The music was his angel And sorrow was his star
body And poked it with a stick It rocked swiftly And twisted around at the end of the rope Finer than a hair from every side Finer than a hair Birds
As a shepherd guarding his herd My soul's on fire My soul's on fire My soul's on fire My soul's on fire My soul's on fire My soul's on fire My soul
and the sky Say I am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye I am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye I am just a speck of dust inside a giant
will see it through I'm forever in love with you. Christian: no need to cry, I'll be right by your side. All: (right by your side) Paul: let's take
a dream Funny thing, how life can bring Together untouchable teams [Felecia] Nothing or no one Can take your place (that's right) With you by my side
hear Your words of gold as the world goes down the drain the new Messiah makes your day fall from grace, New Age Messiah from the dark side of the Moon
time to rock a party We all rocked fades, fresh faded in ladidadi And when we rock the mic, we rock the mic And when we rock the mic, we rock the mic
rotwiler A sub woofer on a leash each one teach one The DJ spins a new philosophy into a barren mind, I can't front on it My head nods as if to clear
, I rock the spot, check glock Empty off a lickin' off a hip hop Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my block How you dope when you payed for your Billboard
your neighborhood apart, boy Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart, boy Start with the wrong boy, you end wit a stone, boy Wit your friends to carry you alone To a
words i am poo poo meaning i am the shit on you turds. Yes and i get on your nerves 2x and sit on your mind like piss on the curb. Bitch disturb me while
stuck I'll wrap your promo truck with a Nambla stencil To prove that you're fucking babies frontin' up in a rental I knew a kid who navigated it slippery
we got us a convoy) It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June In a Kenworth pullin logs Cab over Pete with a reefer on And a Jimmy haulin hogs
it side to side, get ready to ride I?m a red neck fool in a four wheel drive Got a 12 gauge underneath the seat Gonna a raise a little hell to a down