to figure out That it was one swing from the guillotine That decapitated his head from his shoulders "you can't here me" "get out of my head
But it's a way of life you know hat I'm saying? And if look, look, look, look, to all the Mexican homies headed to King Taco in East LA I'mma see you
Oh my, my, my In a dusty caravan was a girl of a golden tan And she asked me if I was headed to the east I politely stepped aside and said I did not
through are women Shit is hot, it's the golden sands {Myalansky} Indicted on counts of conspiracy investigation Lookin at drug rene crops to stop the organization Big heads
me on radio, live vocally do edits E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded Only the best out the likwit crew out the west And we shine time after time
the land It's the radical man sailin on a catamaran (Yeah!) By the seaside life on the beach road Far north, south west, down south east coast I dunno
not less than seven Times My damned Children they awake from a Sleep that seemed eternally Whilst Desert's pestilential Winds spread from the East Nine-headed
back of the snowmobile I just came back from shogun hill Make you kneel, face the wall Shoot you in the back of the head with some paint balls 'Til your
tears, this fountain dry Nameless faces, just headlines We don't ride that train no more No resistance, turn my head They could go out East instead Newfoundland
Thug and Daz, dropping gangsta shit [Hook] [Slim Thug] The sunshine got me tan, while I head to the sand Top down music playing, wood grain in my hand It's summer time
might just Lose the eagerness, our spirit to gain power For all kings and queens, time to devour The devil's soul, there's no time to even burn As we
I know what time it is, I see the picture And you will too if you understand scriptues Botha, you walk the wrong path The time has come for you to feel
song she's a singin' tell of greener fields and freer times and we sing ain't that the life she's got it made her head in the sand her guitar in the
still make it happen I hate the past tense, I rock for now With Snowgoons, J. Sands, Main Flow, sugar high [Interlude] [Scratching] [Verse 4:] Hey yo my man the east
lookout for a tall light-skinned brother with dimples) (Wearing a black kangol, sweatsuit, gold chain, and sneakers) (Last seen on Farmers Boulevard headed east
from ocean shore, kick like Marshall Law I might strike with the eagle claw or tiger paw On the shores of African beach, facin' the east White sands stretched
understand that he's saying something. Never be heard I'm underground with the dirt and grime Smashin heads be my reason for rhyme I'm on time like a
So understand that he's saying something. Never be heard I'm underground with the dirt and grime Smashin heads be my reason for rhyme I'm on time like