done stepped in the mud And about to feel ery'thing from the flat foot Calicos collective, have you ever seen a Four so clean like a brand new nina
NIGGA!!! [repeat] [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high Last rapper that raised his voice
for gone when he panicked You can hear his mom cry as his body hit the canvas A six tre rolled up with the lights dim Then he broke, in his voice bullet
path] Yelizwi [Of the voice] Lobomi [Of righteousness] (Repeat) Ikhaya labantu [Home to people] Behleli ngendweba [Who lives with peace] Nina
NIGGA!!! (repeat) [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high Last rapper that raised his voice
when they pierce the metal, you see sparks My voice is a brush, they hear it it's like art And nobody can really tell the twins apart I call one Nina
the domes are bawl And then you can call who you want But there ain't no stoppin' this Because I'm coming from the sick One nina through the mix It's
Yo so optimo You want more nina bonita I'll give you more, I'll give you more Left side scream, right side scream Middle to the top You want more nina
old man a note to keep his phone on My little 'cuz'll know cheap tricks are homegrown Travel to a place sweeter than home Listenin' to Nina Simone, repeat
note to keep his phone on My little 'cause'll know cheap tricks are homegrown Travel to a place sweeter than home, listenin to nina simone Repeat this
, better yet after school to diss this Hella quick tip, wit extra manners, tie your ass up wit the phone cord Duct tape your mouth, talk to your ass in Spanish Describe me voice
[child's voice] "word up kid!" [Premier] Yeah L.B., Bryan Moier I miss you man rest in peace To Endeara Bishop Rest in peace little lady To Claira Stewart
written by Kate Wolf Lucinda Williams vocals/acoustic guitar Ron De La Vega bass Nina Gerber acoustic guitar Sally Van Meter
Voice: what the fuck? Mack: I'm tired of playin' with yo' ass nigga today you gone die. Voice: aaaagh agh [mack] I went from inglewood to h-town tryin
my voice just comes out wrong Tonight I i wonder if I'll live long enough to sing again Help me 'cause I'm falling out of grace I hang my head and hide
The pinch One inch Half a head And half dead No pain No gain There's a million voices in my brain It's like a game of hide and seek And I play every day
lonely crowd A man who swears he's not to blame ALl day long I hear his voice shouting so loud Crying out that he was framed I see the light come shining
[Voice:] What the fuck? [Mack:] I'm tired of playin' with yo' ass nigga today you gone die. [Voice:] Aaaagh agh [Mack] I went from Inglewood to H-Town