up you bitch ass niggas I say we ride Eastside, slide forever in a day The DPG way! Look here takin your shit is like taking your bitches Quick as I spin this is
done ten to thirty years ago and you can still find the originals in any used record store. And if it's the arrangement you're talking about, well I
And this beat so hard I had to say I did a remix Niggas hate they don't say it but they think it When you lame I can't hear what you sayin when you speakin
you love so well The tears run red down this mountain Like a faint crimson scar It is the life that you have carved into my soul You inhabit my heart... Oh...loving you
We do it, still get to it, undisputed, who wulda knew it, We still da truest, shrooted, move it, they aint doin it like we do it, do it [Chorus: 2x]
wake it up if you wanna Doctor resuscitating to wake you up from a coma (Clear!) Same channel no it sure can't be I'm so HD and you just so ain't me Album
you smell what Tical cookin' Ain't tryin' to see central bookin' so tell ya goon stop lookin' 'Know What You Did Last Summer', so I started hookin' You
of you pussies like group sex You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment For bitin' off another nigga's shit, you bitch You got caught, now you
to remember Vietnam Is heroin better in a veteran's mind Than the memory of the dying laying in a line Is it the smell or the shadows heaving and weeping
dollars down there it's that sack fucking with you now bounce before we bust you where the good Lord split you Hustle to work, you kidding me, you know
up on the back of your neck I'm comin for you haters, little bitches you are You can run, you can hide, but you won't get far Bullets for your credits
is how we show it Hidden emotions, you and I control it Don't get pissed 'cause this is how we show it Hidden emotions, you and I control it Don't get
We about halfway through the road We got about another hundred years to go Thats for sure God is good thats right God is good In fact God is not good
hundred grain cartridge, with steel casin' Those who can't draw the crowd is still tracin' The mic is cast to the floor and shapeshifted Heavy as the hammer of Thor you can't lift it
how hard I cry it just don't seem loud enough (And God is good that's right God is good) Lord I hope You're hearing me (In fact God is not good sometimes
on); Nobody could stop it (stop it, stop it) So somebody built a bomb (bomb); All you had to do was drop it (drop it), right or wrong. They dropped
seems a hundred years tragically not knowing i could steer the waves feel like a love i thought i knew i hold my breath while we ascend and love is nothing
it make you feel blue Don't it make you feel blue For more news from nowhere With more news from nowhere Don't it make you feel alone Yeah, and don't it
