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Electric Wire Hustler Flower - Featuring Sonny Of P.O.D.
作詞:Lonnie Rashid Lynn, James Jason Poyser, James Dewitt Yancey
Yo Electric, wire, hustle, flower Electric, wire, hustle, flower Electric, wire, hustle, flower Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Electric, wire, hustle, flower Electric, wire, hustle, flower Electric, wire, hustle, flower Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Blood and magic dripping from me True thugs and addicts I grip an entry Enter this game with tricks and envy I forget game to remain an emcee
Rooms in this mind that's still empty, only fulfilled through prophecy You stoppin' me, you see, I'm tryin' to catch this plane You must be slow nigga, catch your brain It's fresh, but it is some stress and pain
Got [unverified], ho nigga respect the game I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane And Islam, masters and shakras[unverified]and beyond
Think about the hustle and somehow I see by But what led it to the concrete, BS be strong You was at your hardest when you didn't even try Live like a bitch, to bitch you gonna die
Electric, wire, hustle, flower Electric, wire, hustle, flower Electric, wire, hustle, flower Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Mercury and retrograde, I'm trying to get niggas in the ghetto paid While they watch pornos and Escalades Away from floats and the dope in sex parades Somebody screamin' in my mind, I'm tryin' to find if it's me 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Or voices on the master, they design to be free
Same revolt, can't be found on TV, or radio, it's livin' in me Hey, lady, that smoke is bothering me If I put it in your eye, ashes you would cry All this rap talk is blowing my high I just came to chill and build with my guy
I try to walk but I stumble off the humble path This story of a pimp stick that became a staff You got it, you gotta know where to aim the Mag Art and opinions are made to clash
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Out of body hard to explain, like the pyramids and gods I remain I know pain, like Kurt Cobain or ain't I playin' hurt the whole game Dig it to the Earth's brain for worst gain Focused like young blood on his first chain
I used to write shit to please niggas, now I write shit to freeze niggas Whether iced out, or American pie sliced out I sit in the room with the lights out Whether diced out, or with their hair spliced out I sit alone in the room with the lights out screamin'
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Electric, wire, hustle, flower Electric, wire, hustle, flower Electric, wire, hustle, flower Electric, wire, hustle, flower
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