i care what you sayin I'm T.I.P. [Chorus 2X] What, what, what Yal still ain't heard Pussy nigga, yal still ain't heard T.I.P., King of the South, shut
i care what you sayin I'm T.I.P. [Chorus x2] What, what, what Yal still ain't heard Pussy nigga, yal still ain't heard T.I.P., King of the South, shut
Fordítás: TI. Grand Royal.
a nigga making his bed About to lie in, I want to change, but I ain?t trying It ain?t justifying, my grand pops dying Moms, I?m sorry for the pain,
the way it goes) [Hook: Madam D] I just can't go on Feelin' the way I feel I just can't go on Fellin' the way I see, ooh [Prodigal Sunzini] Oh what
my whole collasso stop I can't believe I fucked up and made a half-ass album My excuse is, my pops just died And I ain't wanna make music, my pops just
the extasy I don't want anyone around me I don't nobody next to me You understand? Yeah you know what I mean 'cause I mean what I say, homeboy stay away I
I'm sworn to keep their eyes on more than cbs I make the funk doobie turn to a process I mob just any nigga, I don't care who he I still get doughs, takin
get debated 8 Days a week I peak, like beatles on acidtrips Revolutionary, very Like the year '66 Kinda queer to see them snatchin' titles, call themselves Grand royal Like yack I
is, boy? I stay fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh I stay fresh, fresh, fresh I stay fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh I stay fresh, fresh, fresh I stay fresh, fresh
repeats today So impressed, I lost the faith in all I had Broken down, I'm on my way to be dissolved The hopes and prays of things to come I've lost
surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack So I decided to bite down on the mic So the pain of the track won't deny the fact That I'm the Master, for
world nation under the thumb of some blue blood royal son who stole the oval office and that phony election I mean it don't take a weatherman to
, how'd you get that big Harley Up there in your room?" "What? I can't hear ya' Coy! Quit revvin' it up, boy! Turn it off! Listen, I just want you to
