heads back to his homeland. He rides fast like a storm wind But the flames in the horizon, Tell there is only death to be found. By the smoking ruins
He heads back to his homeland. He rides fast like a storm wind But the flames in the horizon, Tell there is only death to be found. By the smoking ruins
To the rap criminals,we're succeeded Dope beats and lyrics,no beepers needed For this drug deal,I'm the big wheel The dope I'm sellin',you don't smoke
, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning, I'll come followin' you Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins
how we were Innocence is more than words Now we are poison and we don't care We have no shame, we strip you bare And you're so precious, lost in smoke
good time) Now everyone in the house say Guy Number One ("Guy Number One!") Now everyone in the house say Guy Number Two ("Guy Number Two!") Dude, quit tripping You're ruining
on in my drop top caddy Groupin on a fattie Swoopin through the alley You can find me Doin it after park Until the po-po come And ruin it after dark
one more time (Face Mob) What else? (we keep you) Now motherfuckers lay it down The ruler's back, cause it's too many pussies out here making bullshit records and ruining
of town, then take me home and eat me (Okay) Uh, I got tired of being a broke dog (Faa sho) Ice sleeve won't you pass me some smoke dog Can I come up
So fuck it, I'm always causing ruckus Whoever wanna disagree then grab my dick and suck it Diddley is always doing shit, destructive and I ruin shit
dangerous crew I just hang with the gang like it's the thang to do Now mother fuckers can't face the facts that I'm doing this Rapping and producing and they can't even ruin
man Num, my baby mamma The typical groupie, she watch me go from Squattin' the hoopie, to clockin' loochie and the prowl I see woman livin' me coochie like, catch (Catch) Go, go smoke
the 10 g belt The only thing I'm concentratin' on is checkin' my mail What the hell? What the fuck do you mean? Your boyfriend is a dope fiend And he smoked
my paternal units And I'm gonna make their son a winner, fuck how bad it'll hurt I'm doing it Even if I was to ruin it, never with me and my heart part
shirt work at Hooters in your underwear look like Mr. Hooper I don't care I was nice to you originally what I'm doin is gonna ruin you like Druid ruins
It was Don Delillo, whiskey neat And a blinking midnight clock Speakers on a TV stand Just a turntable to watch Only smoke came out our mouths On all
Pilgrim across the water We are the same, brother Hitchhiking back to Zion Holding our tears as we flip the album What if this leads to ruin? You got
