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good girl - ej3000 lyrics

but she a good girl
i wanna ride with you, southside
and i know you got your pride
and we need a hot girl
swearin’ that it’s really real
sheeyit, super supreme
on the triple beam
and all ya’ll think, that’s ideal
here’s a message to the ladies
when you come down..
so calm down clown
and later on make some babies
my wickedness when i was petrified, edified
never slippin’, but rather sippin’ on my side
blinkin with the monk will get ya swallowin ya pride
but g*nius lies in all things simplified
i’ma do you fouler than amadou
i see her mouth movin’
hitting the dance floor, stealing their groovin’
i got work for you
maybe three, or four more
color, two*toned, surrounded by divas
puzzle missing pieces, hustle like jesus
get up on the dance floor
extorsion crew hits the block thoroughly
that nine millimeter givin’ no motherf*ckin’ respect
come on guy, recognize and correct
smoke some weed, blank out my memory momentarily
this is how the gs ball
witness eighty*six christians murder jesus for his greatness
block sizzlin’, cops sniffin’, pop biscuits, leave not one witness
i got it all
the entire world is falling
and wipe the smile away
shorty sure anyway
i’m comin out peeling
to give you all a lesson
i rule too deep
get put to sleep
a fascinatin flow by king trife, listen
yo what the f*ck happened?
make me feel good, no jokin’
what the h*ll you cats thinkin’?
i’ll shake a hand and
more blocks than gun shots
recognize, i done told you hoes
like we’re ’bout to go to blows
y’all learn to juggle, double fold knots
i’m sittin’ here trippin’, mind playin’ tricks
i glance and just take your tip
and to give your assault rifle a banana clip
in my projects, everybody cooks bricks
there’s a reason why were still in love
they fall tryin’ to pull a coup de tat
f*ck the cops we don’t roll like that
tell them girls any lie you can think of
and mountin up the battle station, bring no weapons
the ten percent advocates never had a prayer
please show me love, cause they don’t care
about three minutes start counting back seconds
i’m likely shacked, taking flight on a track
you sucking out the hose of bad clothes you producing
it’s a dirty world and you b*tches loosing
20 parts more, so step the f*ck back
lord, you’ve done so much for us
it’s just the evil mind
under fire cuz my style is undefined
lifting every tin can, sifting every mess;
in school, cash rule, my wastlanz fam stays true
chemical coons pinch sprinkle herbs in humanities stew
petey done what he said he’d do
dsa, junior, cousin mike, your son due
welcome to the house of mirrors
and i tell that b*tch to split quick
boss hogg outlawz, boyz n’ blue cl!ck
she almost got cut short, you know scissors
all in turn they wanna take your place
but what are you really seekin
you hear that thang beatin’, timmy still speakin’
he made me leave mcs to pick up they face
when you face adversities, dark clouds won’t last
buckshot slugs, you covered in blood
i’m still representin the hood
some fools drove up and then straight started to blast
and it’s so hard to love, girls talk like man do
you a douja boy, i done told you, boy
and i’m known as the mamsel’s joy
in the beginning, they used to call me boo
were never sins but where life lessons begin
i see ya ho with a happy face
human race, in the only place
now we all in the clubs that you be in
b*tterflies in my belly, got me ’bout to flee to brazil
we fight angelic wars where my block attacks yours
it’s mo’, celph, and southpaw, no respect for cops’ laws
in 160 park hill, that’s where the god chill
if you really wanna i can shut it down
until the point where i can’t even hide it
her panties were scary though, i will admit
they say god bless the child that’s got his own
quit it, oh sh*t, you know, this how we dip
ain’t no tellin’ on earth how long you get to stay
you gotta show love to where you from all day
blowing one time with her controlling the whip
with divine heart soul and mind and my mic skates
i don’t really wanna change and my life is in vain
skip the illusion, she screamin ‘zini do it again
yo, i’ve been in altered states all throughout the states
the monument was shaped like a bullet that’s hollow
the headphones down and turn the mic off
roaming in ya neighborhood, and i got my sawed*off
i got a peanut b*tterry flow, tough to swallow
wrestlers so go freshen up, i got a towel for ya
read a good book, that’s gangsta, mmm, you heard
try to make it home but he struck on third
the ones last week at the mall, h*lla raw
i’ll pick you up in that drop top, on b*ttons
i’m sick of everybody in this rap game b*tchin
jonesin’ junkies twitchin among hookers with coochies itchin
black and gold models like im pro*new orleans
the kama sutra tutor, the mets rooter
it ain’t complicated, must i break it down?
and now i got a wife of my own
shooter or a storefront looter
had to get my label right
the knowledge of the streets to each and
on northern land, as human contraband
you never fall if you never fight
i chew you like gum, and spit you out
still g’s up, it won’t ease up
same hood, same style, same drink, same cup
know i’m saying, or like we say know i’m tal’n bout
it turns out they were really cowards in the end
and find them in the alley layin’ stiff
there were a lot of mc’s that tried to riff
but when it come to the system that sh*t don’t bend

- ej3000 lyrics

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