i see spirits floatin like ghosts in my verbal potion devotion to make myself a king relate my wealth to dreams redeem like enlightened feens my thoughts are never clean
hunger is a curse of the weak always on a under table search for release i teach mic possession profession of lessons intention to stay reppinn to the worst degree i lurk for cheese conceive when the chronic is deceased
yo im levatatin cuz im off that medication/im sippin hurricane and damn im feelin hella faded/the room is lookin like a dream cuz everybody blazin/and evrybodys face is changin startin to look like satan
always thinkin of the dimes get my shine gotta relax recline and step back for lift off cliffs dawg every single minute is a gift dawg now im bouta stack chips in it like a wood saw be raw like i be on the streets murder every beat ya crew creased from the speech ill with the reach i take over every block heavy knock when i tote the semi glock
as i walk up in the buildin all eyes on me... walk right to the dj tell him play this beat... sauced up and creased so let me speak my piece... i said my last name devil like T.A.Z... make it smooth like ice in my cognac glass... as i made my presentation they started to dance... i said all you lil hotties come straight to the front... they saw the game in my eyes i know just they want... so i told them like this got no time for a bitch... i mean bitch make me rich got no time for your shit...
lookin for a shoulder rub she got me twisted i wrote tha whole memo how i dont did ya missd it is ya special ed gifted i wont do a damn thang she tell me wat ta do man i jus laugh an sang i jus strap an swang i shyt on nighaz like a laxative me ask a bitch please yea rite on a accident i jus crack a whip before i let speech go nuky killed tha beat now who all do i speak fo?- check me on myspace new shyt comin soon
I'll ride to it like a cool kid. Yes I do spit verbal boollets. At your head and at your ribs. Yup you knew it. Yup. Thats past tense. As If. I perform. magic. Right before bucky lasek. Who am I? fucking alex.
Good beat for 13 years ago…
this instrumental is on the regular mac dre - "for the streets" album, for y'all asking
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i see spirits floatin like ghosts in my verbal potion devotion to make myself a king relate my wealth to dreams redeem like enlightened feens my thoughts are never clean
My nigga i got you This is Mac Dreezy
this is mac dre nigga check his album for the streets it was realesed after he died...
So fuckin RAW md rip to the Furley Ghost
I wrote and recorded to this a while back. I can send you the track.
hunger is a curse of the weak always on a under table search for release i teach mic possession profession of lessons intention to stay reppinn to the worst degree i lurk for cheese conceive when the chronic is deceased
yo im levatatin cuz im off that medication/im sippin hurricane and damn im feelin hella faded/the room is lookin like a dream cuz everybody blazin/and evrybodys face is changin startin to look like satan
always thinkin of the dimes get my shine gotta relax recline and step back for lift off cliffs dawg every single minute is a gift dawg now im bouta stack chips in it like a wood saw be raw like i be on the streets murder every beat ya crew creased from the speech ill with the reach i take over every block heavy knock when i tote the semi glock
sounds like donkey kong with that bass at :11
i want this shit send it to me
everybody who keep tryna leave their lil rap on here mine go tha hardest quit tryin you cant win, @lilyahh2u
whats the original of this song
as i walk up in the buildin all eyes on me... walk right to the dj tell him play this beat... sauced up and creased so let me speak my piece... i said my last name devil like T.A.Z... make it smooth like ice in my cognac glass... as i made my presentation they started to dance... i said all you lil hotties come straight to the front... they saw the game in my eyes i know just they want... so i told them like this got no time for a bitch... i mean bitch make me rich got no time for your shit...
lookin for a shoulder rub
she got me twisted
i wrote tha whole memo how i dont
did ya missd it
is ya special ed gifted
i wont do a damn thang
she tell me wat ta do
man i jus laugh an sang
i jus strap an swang
i shyt on nighaz like a laxative
me ask a bitch please
yea rite on a accident
i jus crack a whip
before i let speech go
nuky killed tha beat
now who all do i speak fo?-
check me on myspace new shyt comin soon
I'll ride to it like a cool kid.
Yes I do spit verbal boollets.
At your head and at your ribs.
Yup you knew it. Yup.
Thats past tense. As If. I perform. magic.
Right before bucky lasek.
Who am I? fucking alex.