West End up dying from hollow points to they fuckin' chest Cause I ain't never seen a cock beamer meant for a team of tummy guns With a hundred round fuckin' drum
like Sodom and Gomorrah Check my holy ora, the reflection in my order Causes me to slaughter Disect like biology, cover the Earth like water [Talib Kweli] It's like
the drum beat But I'm in the fast lane, in the front seat I wonder will I lose control of the Mazerati And hit some tree just being young me Is there a
End up dying from hollow points to they fuckin' chest Cause I ain't never seen a cock beamer meant for a team of tummy guns With a hundred round fuckin' drum
up dying from hollow points to they fuckin' chest Cause I ain't never seen a cock beamer meant for a team of tummy guns With a hundred round fuckin' drum
me cherish the embarrassment I realize I've been a dick head yes And I respect how you question your investments I take the plane but it ain't to be impressive It feels like a
my center Scarin a regime that lasted for many years Wash 'em down like Crown and beers, cheers Here's a toast to a new westcoast brigadere They hate from a
the horizon He looked in her eyes and (it was a wrap) It was some old Al Green Let?s stay together as he spoke with a stutter Like - hey how you doin?
drum beat But I'm in the fast lane, in the front seat I wonder will I lose control of the Mazerati And hit some tree just being young me Is there a heaven