a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

proof - biboa's theme (clean) lyrics

[intro]
la_la la_la la_la la_la
protect yourself
da_da_da
goodbye, d12

[verse 1]
____, no seeds, last year cannabis cup
a druggie that mind hasn’t been damaged enough
with danglin’ nuts, i l_st for angels to ____
my cannon is tucked, move fast, i panic and bust
brain burnt out like a mechanical clutch
i’m too schizophrenic to touch
a scandalous bunch, don’t gamble with trust
scammin’ for bucks, pink candy deluxe out, mishandlin’ _____
after a show bring all my fans on a bus
next city, leave ’em dizzy, stranded and stuck
hangin’ in clubs like blacks in slavery
gats we aim and squeeze at acts of bravery
maybe p is bouncin’ off of shady lead
can barely add, but still got a.d.d. (what i say?)
work the do’ neighbor, play for keeps
i ain’t gotta say ____ so the ak shall speak

[chorus]
to whom it may concern, this planet is ______
life had been hard so far, i just managed to bluff
scandal and drugs got my hands in some cuffs
man, it’s been rough, but ____ i don’t plan to give up, uhh
[verse 2]
speakin’ at aa meetings while intoxicatеd
trainin’ a arm_less fighter to box in vegas
plot with hatеrs to k!ll me on my block for later
havin’ free phone s_x with operators
next grammys, your man p is rockin’ gators
leavin’ full with rabbit ears, i’m a pocket raider
every block invade us, all cops is traitors
any hood thief hands get burnt like hot potatoes
the hardest mayor that boycott garbage sayers
thinkin’ outside the box like harvard squares
wild like ben wallace hair
hate the ______ that ain’t spitters blow up off market favors (you!)
so from now on i’m startin’ terror
ayo, god, here i come, tell 2pac to wait up

[verse 3]
got young famous that handle any further glory
fix my son a lunch for school so he’ll murder for me
readin’ pac and pun tags up in purgatory
waitin’ to get in heaven or “grimey,” that’s word to n.o.r.e
anything you heard before me
hah, it’s simple like a street life suburban story
turn my poor peeps into murkers for beef
who the ____ is jerry? i’m searchin’ for weed
and why did god make all these worthless mc’s?
still tryin’ to find out for what purpose they breathe
my pops hit the ____ and then he birthed a new breed
i hit bad _______ raw ’cause it’s worth the disease
hate the ku klux klan, they abuse curtains and sheets
and i need ’em at home, but that’s a personal peeve
the pills is still purple indeed
and i’m screamin’ loud as h_ll “____ the earth!” when i leave
[chorus]
to whom it may concern, this planet is ______
life had been hard so far, i just managed to bluff
scandal and drugs got my hands in some cuffs
man, it’s been rough, but ____ i don’t plan to give up, uhh

- proof

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغنية الشائعة حالياً