[Pac: talking] Fuck all these motherfucker's talking all this old bullshit Like niggas just gonna accept that old trash ass shit We ain't having none
can see straight Now baby why you still pausing when you know Tou don't smell like you been through the last of the sea plates Nan heavy as a e-weight
York demeanor is sit back in the beamer with nothing to lose but some gas and some minutes ignorin' the gazers 'cause some stars don't get petty and that trash
tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (what?) Came home uptight, ready to mash like a gas pedal, get on that sixty-four Chevy level AK-47 heavy metal
bills Keeps the fat man feeding in beverly hills I got a heavy metal mouth that hurls obscenity And I get my check from the trash treasury Cos I took
I lock my casket tight baby so I don't let the devil in Nigga, it's just me and my guitar Yea, bitch I'm heavy metal-ing You can get to fuckin Led Zeppelin
, dig? I'm so high, I never land like Mike Jackson's crib Best on.45, still crack ya rib sacrilege When lids talk trash about the nasty kid Past nasty
Sometimes I feel I can do it this time Sometimes I feel so empty inside Sometimes I feel like I'm losing my mind Sometimes I feel like trash cast aside
(feat. Ursula Racker) (Ursula Rucker) Muffled sound of fist on flesh Blows to chest No breath Air gasps You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch! With
my name was El Ninio When I'm hangin' out drinking in the back of an El Camino As a kid, I was a skid and no one knew me by name. I trashed my own house
me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two man ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo I'm jus tellin da truth if it wasn't for heavy
-ie Rap star, trash tellies blow up my sprint celly Dare me, I tongue Halle Berry's belly Show her a monster's ball, fuck it you tell me Platinum, heavy
My little Jackie Onassis, dig? I'm so high I +Neverland+ like Mike Jackson's crib Best on 45 Still crack ya rib Sacrilege Talk trash about the Nasty
get bucked Yo, the lost page of a wild rhyme writin' nigga P holds the pen tightly, explode nightly I count on one finger, all y'all rap niggaz that excite me Y'all niggaz is trash
'all crazy ass And I don't give a fuck what you sold, that shit is trash Bang this 'cause I guarantee that you bought it Heavy airplay all day wit no
my name was El Nino When I'm hangin' out drinking in the back of an El Camino As a kid, I was a skid and no one knew me by name I trashed my own house
run tings like ninja man and cartelli in jamaica, promoters pay me nuff paper, you know me man, the only man who could ever give me a bill is a waiter,Skepta heavy, heavy
