kings get driven so insane That they try to hit the same vein that Kurt Cobain did So dangerous No strangers Invited to the inner sanctum of your chambers Low
to save my life A pretty little liar When I call you out you'd rather put up a fight than just come clean Get on your way to making someone else feel low
like it baby, do you want to get nasty? I dare you to undress me Baby, let me know if you wanna roll with this hip hop star Bad boots on, pants down low
beat Steven's a*** on Jerry Spring Ask the Dogg, my weed religion basic Only nation for the weed is Gold Nation Now you high, then throw it up Even Rick James
questions When they catch you in a gunfight Kaboom, we still mash as a team As we mash for our dreams Actin' hood niggas for green It's Dillinger, forfillin', Makin' a low
(a) there's a place I know you'll want to go, (d) if you're ever feeling low, For the (a) happiest place beneath the sun, Is saturday night on ba - (e
handsome Or pretty at least I will have big muscles - I'll lay on the beach Next time I'll paint pictures Like a real van gogh Wear little black hats - hang my cigarettes so low
holdin' up the wall goddammit I'm on the flo' Good Lord, can't you see me gettin' down on a ho And she drop it so low she sittin down on the flo' I never
came here with it Pull up at the picnic El Camino on 13's Red nose pit bulls in the back, No leash Mu'fuckas well-trained, on the low I be havin that
to my pops because he told those But there's a time to break necks and throw bolos Be a cold bro and throw low blows When you want to close the shows
Hops existance you have a real voice. But what if Hip Hop never came around to the boogie down, Never touched Herc and it touched another sound. You wouldn't know about James
We know that what we reap we sow But we forget how low we can go You think it's bad here on Earth But if we don't get to Heaven, it's Hell It's all goin
when I spit it It's still in here doing it, you can't fuck with it And I'ma hit it in the chest with the nina Reping H-Town like James Prince Senior Am
You out there, on now Sorry, that's word, I'm not the herb Understand what I'm saying It's the hardcore Set it off, rusty, low down Following me, it be
but the fame was in sight And the tunnel had a light that distinguished my life [chorus] [chubb rock] The low point was mad low when I lost james los
, fold on, Ghengis Khan Dusk till dawn Art of War Still time to score, yo we kid we poly for Yo Victoria's Secret bitches that suck dick raw The freak, Rick James
lets set this shit off like this Uhh now check it underground verbal hip hop you selected by only a few this type of artist is bought so like Bartles & James
up, baby all we do is ball. OKay (okay), OKay (okay), so im call you right back, Im gettin money right now. Okay Im ballin' like Lebron James game be