the end? Doesn?t it feel good To be yourself at the end? Doesn?t it feel good To be yourself at the end? Doesn?t it feel good At the end? Doesn?t it
Translation: Flick. The End.
may not be an old fashioned girl but youre gonna get dated was it really murder were you just pretending baby ive heard you are the living end girls
Sometimes my head gets so crazy from all this contemplating So different from the mistakes I've been making And tragedies we're facing... So tell me
thing that matters Oh since I lost my pops, girl you are More than a girl, more than a friend Someone I can depend on 'til the end Most folks talk about
ghetto, still tot' heavy metal Still throw a nickname on all of my vehicle Like the Cooper field coupe, now you see it now you don't With one flick
more Fake ass niggas get out and close my door It's my house for me to live not yours If I wanted to I could on the floors Through the doors like a western flick
woulda slid But who ain't miss a visit through the six that you did I'll be damned if I do another six with some kids Who only see they daddy in them flicks
you knew P P P in the back an' they parkin' to, jump Thorough borough, bricks, ashy elbow kid I fuck chicks off Elmo Flicks My tape is off safety, tongue
Nigga, we too close, can't stop praying now Though it seems there's no end to this pain Every time I close my eyes I pray for rain I pray for rain to
motel, wholesale Don't tell, won't tell, baby say I don't talk dog But she told on me, oh well Take a picture with me, what the flick gon' do? Baby stick
motel, wholesale Don't tell, won't tell, baby say I don't talk dog But she told on me, oh well Take a picture with me, what the flick gon' do? Baby
A lil' better, yep Lil Skateboard P Yezzur, hot, yezzur, hot Yezzur, hot, yezzur Ma, the way you huggin' on me it's a problem The fuck you tryna end
Is it shame? Is it guilt? You can't just run away Run a thousand miles a day 'Cause you've been burning the candle at one end again No you can't just
stop degrading us And they will not control us We will be victorious, so come on Interchanging mind control Come let the revolution take its toll If you could flick
know just who we are There they go, it's them ghetto superstars The latest throwbacks and them ones on my feet Get out the Benz and then I'm off up the jeep Takin' flicks
shit Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get clapped quick I roll with, ghetto bastard with biscuits And grab my dick and flick it, get the picture Hold
, 'bout to roast Some kids who flash like they assassins Picked up my dough and b-ked this honey passin' Got the spot on lock Taking flicks around the
