you to the upper hand But why don't you come and meet my boy, the strong man And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops And shake your motherfuckin
Just as hot, as the burning in your sisters crouch Which is not why I never snick a snatch I rather flip the latch on the cabinet to you pops liquor
for you [Verse: Romeo] Now u know Im da thug type chain hang low wit da all white From the yo but the dude doin all right Tell pops dont trip you
for you [Verse 1: Romeo] Now u know Im da thug type chain hang low wit da all white From the yo but the dude doin all right Tell pops don't trip you'
see nothin' but palm trees and wild fires and BOOM! Out pops a B Boy. The mossy oak is dirty brown, I know it's dirty brown boi! [Chorus] Jimmy crack corn
it made like my last name I'm gone just like my Aftermath Chain Don't make me take you back to '96 Leanin' on that Datsun on the corner eating catfish
go at Shyne? He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with that Then you lied about your pops
Impala on his lap that was my role model Used to let me kill the corner of his 40-ounce bottle On the weekend him and my pops flashed the 'Vette 'Til
corner [Chorus] (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner
hard ride [2Pac] Somebody break me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin on the top, was my pops
the corner Chorus (When we were kids, belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner
ride on you Take it easy young boys I got my eyes on you [Chorus: Akon] I got my eyes on you! And I'm posted on the corner with that thing on my side
E Street when the boy prophets walk it handsome and hot, All the little girls' souls grow weak when the manchild gives them a double shot, The schoolboy pops
day I'm just livin', my life 'Till they come carry me away I've been there in LA nights In the block where I came up My pops used to hate When we hanged
possibly stop the Apocalypse When I'm atomic bombing the populous Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops