gold - ej3000 lyrics
in stuck in the cold
living life like a monk and
obstacles, jumpin over like starter fo gold
we came back to take command
instead of putting things on hold
with the forty in my hand
but a cr*ppy drawings not gonna improve
i waited for a second, n0body made a move
got illegal two*ways instead of cell phones
up off the lips, word hustler
tearing domes in half, seizing thrones
and it’s ha*ha*ha*ha*haaa, i’m knowin’ where you are
then pull and pass, to stix, to stones
the year three thousand is bleak no happily ever after
fact of the matter is, the cue don’t back down
the house is so dirty that my t**th are brown
since 12 i done had a mill’ sittin in my garage
floating next to people and you wake up a late
my d*ck is so large, my d*ck is so large!
hit the dice game up, a couple dudes might hate
of the whole entourage while cocoa steers the barge
trailing the ’88 ford, that i use for bait
on a toilet with the burner taped under the sink
singin’ these lyrics might get you in the clink
they only get over cuz a hot producer did they track
haters in the hood with the heat, tryna pop shawn
i done made up my mind, i can’t turn back
and you’ll devote your whole world tryin to play with kahn
trying to control perspective like an acid flashback
her smile was gon’, before my style was on
evidently this is real, but it don’t barely feel
a fight in a blues hill field with golden seal
i got weight now, had too may blocks to cover
black it’s like this, step up and get dissed
sixteen shades’ll show and prove who you are
a lot of rappers do and i’m p*ssed
if not, feel the explosion from the day after
but wait, there’s major non*believers in the midst
still, sitting on chrome i got a new flip phone
i met you in inglewood in my bedroom alone
11 pounds in the back of the volvo wagon
they call me papi from san diego to puerto rico
i pack the winner belt, like a f*cking hulk hogan
i’m back in this m*th*f*cker man, yo, c.o
speedy, the fire spits, kicks like the last dragon
i mean i switch everytime the wind blow
you turn around again, we won’t miss you
i come through the streets, crew
stepped up to a b*tch
test * us
yo hipster throw a scratch
you don’t mess
yeah, i hurr you talkin’ b*tch
i dont accept nothing less
sixty second count the amount
b*tch is out for the count
i’m vibratin’ cause my bullet keep comin’ out
ay*o the coolest, wildest, nicest cat
the knicks play basketball. hear me talk about
ya bout dat, i’m bout dat
a car flipped, all the money spilled out
please sisters, don’t go out like that
nice girls walking past, down drop my jaw
i couldn’t fake it, barely made it to the door
i wish malcolm and martin, was alive today
you beggars don’t matter to me
unlike me you’ll see another day
it ain’t easy growing up to be
and not go crazy, but i’m crazy anyway
movin so s*xy smooth baby
the way their facts are suspect
the boy turned boss then death architect
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