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tyrone williams – light speed lyrics

all your looking for is happiness
the 80’s came, i found my blackness
every chick that i used to like
all their varrios i strike
who they talking to man
slice your abdomen
rob me for mines
the sun shines
million of skyscr-pers
that’s me f-ckin’ with crackers
god’s my shield, i’m ready to ride
when i’m choosin’ to glide
when i’m open for the law
when i peel hit the floor
yeah, i’m lovin’ this chillin’ under god-ruled government
diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically event
now on this track, me and akon are cellmates
n-gg- prost-tution are the drug trade in the states
6 feet beneath sea level with no snorkel
dog boy rock the mic and drop something cl-ssical
head bangin’ with the hitman on tracks
so anthrax apple jacks disguised as sugar smacks
with no sight of water or trees
god commanded me to be a technological disease
you should’ve seen his motherf-ckin face fryin, half dyin
she says no you’re not, then she starts cryin’
tootin up little b-lls in their coochie
out to protect the flake and loochie
dive into the depths of the mindstate
see, there’s a thin line between love and hate
the game runnin the clothes, your bottom be chose
that same evil’s got blood stains on my clothes
old soul with the seventy spikes, heavy on ice
but ya might lose your life when ya gamble with dice
tryin’ to find him he’s no where to be found
peace, put your candy down, let me show your tongue around
if not, sh-t i’ma leave ya now, i need to know
pack the boom hit it slow, and let’s go
b-tch you gettin major pay b-tch in a major way
sn-tch the tape out there make a clean get away
he way that you take control
steady sniping off a california highway patrol
wear my shorts to show off the knees
my plo stees is from here to overseas
better yet i’m original and not a clown baby
first up is my n-gg- lonnie b
you’se a part-time daddy with some part-time love
and that be the stuff that dreams are made of
but it’s a fact; that these n-gg-s be slippin’
i’m just dippin no need for ego trippin
then blow dro with you mama, bust the philly
i chase that paper, being broke? that’s silly
hey! god is good, god is great
i need a dope beat, a dope beat
peace be upon him, peace be upon you
not only teach to you, but must reach a few

- tyrone williams lyrics

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