Can't None Of Y'all Mirror Me Back Yeah Hearin Me Rap Is Like Hearin G. Rap In His Prime I'm, Young H.O., Rap's Grateful Dead Back To Take Over The Globe
got the chronic and what you got it bud I said, we got the chronic ?and we dont wear no bags? 'Cause we got the chronic and what you got is Schwag I
face with their (??) I ask myself is it worth it to lick? I guess I'm undecided So fool what's your trip? I need another rip, I need another rip What
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] [Talking] Nobody cares (Trouble?s like a cancer, you gotta get it early if you don?t get it early it kills you) Nobody cares (u gotta cut it out) Nobody
["Truckin'" originally by Grateful Dead] Alright! Hey, are we ready? Well I'm a mean machine, I'm the kind you don't wanna meet My middle name is trouble
He was a bore, a true chore and I still wonder why I ever wanted to see him more I know it is useless to complain all these years after, well... Thanks
grateful dead Bussing in the air with 30 bitches up in my bed I'm kickin' em out naked, and it's December Niggas ask me why I did it, but fuck it I can
curl It's a healthy, perfect, Lovely, little - FATHER (spoken) Sweet Oz! MOTHER (spoken) What is it? : what's wrong? MIDWIFEHow can it be? FATHER What does it mean? MIDWIFE It
folk I don't joke, though the smoke is hella' hard to pull I just take it to the chest like a vet Getting still, what I feel on the inside is genocide
be in the public, send your budget Well fuck it, I ain't budgin' Young did it to death, you gotta love it Record companies told me I couldn't cut it
at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah hearin' me rap is like hearin' G. Rap in his prime I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over
or not You'd better keep it on ice while you're lining up your long shot Which is to say, hey hey, keep your day job Don't give it away, keep your day
, they were never sure who with. "What time is it?" said the judge to Joey when they met "Five to ten," said Joey. The judge says, "That's exactly what
When your lost in the rain in juarez and it's easter time too When your gravity is down and negativity won't pull you through Don't you put on any airs
the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurres to me What a long, strange trip it's been. What in the world ever became
Street, there is danger at your door. Think this through with me, let me know your mind, Wo, oh, what I want to know, is are you kind? It's a buck dancer