on And the book of right-on's, right on It was right on We should shine a light on A light on And the book of right-on's, right on It was right on Yo
(feat. Joanna Newsome, STS) [Chorus 2X: Joanna Newsome] We should shine a light on, a light on Book I write on, write on, it's right on [Black Thought
번역: 뿌리. 오른쪽에.
: (feat. Joanna Newsome, STS) [Chorus 2X: Joanna Newsome] We should shine a light on, a light on Book I write on, write on, it's right on [Black Thought
The square root of 69 is 8 somethin', right? 'Cause I've been tryna work it out, oh Good weed, white wine I come alive in the night time Okay, away we go Only thing we have on
is a faithful cheater)? Ain't no rings on ya finger, is we fuckin' or what? Pack a overnight bag and steal your man's truck. She told me "Guns turn me on
, now baby I've got mine We fuss and fight 'bout who is right And who is out of line But keep on falling in right next to me Baby, keep on falling in right
money can't change man, still blaze di skunk But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn punk But I won't forget my roots 'cause I don't worship money
love is deep, my pain shows My hearts on a sleevea Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you Nigga told, they breakin' my heart on the
Doowop for days in the bogle yep But this is just the beginning of my life right, 9 kids a house and one life time Yo, the beginning of my life right
it for my sons, they tellin' me, daddy be strong We gon' make it through these hard times Even though they go and they come Ya absolutely right, for somethin' happen to me on
I am Esmeralda Agr n, Senora I know I've no right to speak My son is not the savage boy you see The cape, the sneer, the slicked-back hair It hides the
be da root. Look up at da stars, she like "Honey where da roof?" Pull up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? dey go on roof, Even once had a job pourin tar up on
the root Look up at da stars she like, honey where the roof? Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go on roof Even once had a job pourin' tar up on the
shit Watch me throw the powder up This old G got my whole suite clouded up And I bet you I be outta time before I'm outta luck They ain't rooting for
