|
|
|
<< Dre Dog - The Ave Shere Khan is something that the wind cries The way I collect is like a bomb threat meanin if you don't have my doe i'm a blow fa show You better have heat when you hang with this villian meaning that its cold when I'm chillin Catch the fillin Slipped down on a banana peelin I seen them dead on the floor with the blood's keated to the ceiling I was like yo how that happen? Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rapin The one bullet, the right place at the right time can turn a hell of a wave into a flat line my style don't pump no blood it pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine man ectasy can twist yo spleen tell that to the freaky them jeans, know what I mean It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic And let my tigers hold the gin and tonic man it hurts so much it blastin me but I do what the rap gods askin me Have heart, have hustle have heart if you dont have muscle buy the punk gear in the tuscle no love or passionate, blow weed in the face of the badest chick yet spin like a cd, I try not to get sleepy on the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me pocahantes makin money for me bustin in the tee pee My All Star Chuck Taylors, they lace like the mayor street ball court player rapinfied rhyme sayer you be like Nicky man no favor, real poppa I disappeare like Jimmy Hopper reappear on Easter pants in the heavy start to increase her t shirts with the vestes feature miesha check it its the god of Khan Chuck Taylor down like the Ramidan catchin feeling, you got a scheme homie what you dealin man the bathroom tinted with the blunt wrapped dope in it Its like Popeye with his spinach-aca 1 have viewed this page!
Loading...
|
no video
  
|
||||||
