the end of day and night all we want is more I keep my feet on solid ground And use my wings when storms come around I keep my feet on solid ground
drivin' a Delorean, hard times never heard of those, in the back, my feet kicked up, get my d-ck sucked, with the curtains closed, and for the record kid, my
time's tingling spines Attaching hands to floor The rosy-tinted flash The hot dog's getting cold And you'll never be as good as the Rolling Stones Watch
give a fuck I let it roll, I smoke the old Gotta run, gotta rend, gotta maim Gotta make it through another maze, stay away Please wring the blood from my hands
own boat like Aaliyah then talk Back, back, forth, forth Get that sailor on course, course Make that track a corpse, corpse Rap, roll, utterly rocked With my mouth to the mic and my hand on my
another behind my lover's back I sit and watch it grow standin' where I'm at Fertilize another behind my lover's back And I'm keepin' my secrets mine I push my
Stones David Allen Coe and no show Jones Pass that bottle around, got the rock from Detroit Soul from Motown the underground stoned fuckin' pimp With tracks that mack and slap back
'ma call you back 'Cause ain't no taps on my celly, nig, come get all we got A little hustling mother fucker with a pocket full of stones Rolling with
and I'ma call you back 'Cause ain't no taps on my celly Nig, come get all we got A little hustlin' motherfucker With a pocket full of stones Rolling
other All uncles and no brother my mother?s at work My grandfather was my dad and when he died it hurt And as I hold back the tears my eye-wells swell
purple in my cup, that mean I'm leanin' tough I got them haters on my back, so I be strapped up I'm in a league of my own while them haters throw stones But my
, the one you got your rhyme style from?) Yo it's the P Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits That claim to be the newest, rappin' bullshit My rhymes, get Ruger endorsements, my
with my rock god I can't keep my hips from swaying To his sweet melody, you see I fell in love with my rock, rock god Preacher man took my hand and looked
dick) Get ya stoned and get ya wide Get ya up and get ya high (HIIIIIGH!) Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah) Get ya stoned and get ya high
did it in the back of the coupe With your back on the sunroof hollin' out, "Whoop-de-whoop" You be like girl, he put in work, hit it all night He rocked my
dome shots, no coming back twice All I knew was hustling and rolling the dice Scraping up dimes for whole-orders of China Men Rice Now I sacrificed my
to spare Check in the mirror run my hand through my hair Offered drinks and drugs, to get me high I put my hands in my pocket and passed them by [afrika
braggin? But , I?m the one who be puffin? most First it started with the nickel, then the dime Then the twenty, spendin? up all my money Now, I roll