Amadou & mariam but still no chorus
The games up, phony, you ain't smooth to fake us
Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent
How's he's warning us of death with bacardi... shots at best?
Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness
The record labels would end up signing us/
Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed
Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet
If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row
Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow
He fought us, got caught up, now selling dope on 21st block corner
Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for
With this god up above watching us below
Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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