put it down ever since I been rappin' in the hood 17 years of goin' and flowin' and showin' These niggas when it come to beaten me nobody could I was spittin' venom ever
Track And I Got A Package Of The Good See A Legendary Reppin For The City Cause I Put It Down Ever Sense I Been Rappin In The Hood 17 Years Of Goin And
't seen my momma since the last time we hung out Now six years to be exact 'cause she strung out My getting jobs looking shady on my application Now have I ever
like I got a S on my chest That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever
ain't like that, I gotta eat That's when James clicked and pulled out his fuckin' heat I hit the gas, he kept bustin' till the clip was empty 17 shots
a strap, like that, I kicks it like this Now how many bitches must get dick? Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day Ya never ever
You thought that I was weak? Huh? Let me speak My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet So listen mister, don't you ever forget The rhyme is dirty
with no mother Yo, try to cross reference, my epic preference Fresh mint, tight lint, you get trapped inside the monkey wrench Ain't no man lover ever
survive Is our hands and our heart, our balls and our word Just for sitting in my hood, I be screaming until I'm horse You ever touch one of mine, I
is a song called rockin' girls Rockin' girls just 17 The cutest thing I've ever seen C'mon baby, rock with me tonight And you're the only girl I ever
Perfect only in her imperfection She's not a drama queen She doesn't want to feel this way Only 17 but tired, yeah She would change everything for happy ever
Evil Woman 4:17 Trk 4 Champion Jack Dupree (Jack Dupree) Jack Dupree - vocal & piano Pete Brown - alto sax, Ennis Lowry - guitar Wendell Marshall
can't win Now I'm high but I'm stoppin' to realize I drunk this whole fifth of Gin (Nigga damn) I'm 17 and drinkin' like I'm grown up I got some problems
take everything you ever wanted Nigga, we comin' mass, his pimpin' ass His glass is full of Moet, the Rolex is bar-bayed Parkade, B to the R A T Rolling off swoll on chrome 17
ill shoot the ref/ Im happy when im in the coupe' but the roof depressed/ Cuz i always put them down the trunk is where i put them now/ I got doe, ever
Depending on it, for it she'll lie It's only a 10 minute high Eyes that witnessed a father beat on a mother Witnessed a system take away her only brother No one ever
the morn on the streamlet and sea; 16Then will all clouds of sorrow depart, -- 17Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
time I get home again Chorus: And I wish I was on that N 17 (Stone walls and the grasses green) Yes I wish I was on that N 17 (Stone walls and