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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
| Song: | What I Can't Describe (Feat. Boo-yaa Tribe) |
| Album: | Haunted Cities | Genres: | Rock |
| Year: | 2005 |
Length: | 222 sec |
Lyrics:
Let the funky beat blaze!
I take my last breath It's like I'm dead inside It's like I'm past it It's what I can't describe
You said money can't buy me love and that's true But money can buy me drugs, so that's cool The best of the worst, Skinhead Rob, one and only Fully loaded, riding dirty and I'm feeling kinda lonely Off a wet one, throw back, dip in the fifth Punch drunk with a pistol so I'll probably miss Any chance that I have to turn my house to a home Times up, game's over, I'm dying alone
I take my last breath It's like I'm dead inside It's like I'm past it It's what I can't describe
That's what it is, it ain't me to complain Cut khakis, brown chucks, white t-shirts and braids Boo Ya Tribe, unexplainable gang Transplanted but I came West forward so let it flame They love the music so let the funky beat blaze We keep it G'd up with the heat up Royal Crown tequila Six trey with the usos Puffin on the silver black guerrilla On a Saturday afternoon Alpines 808 go boom soo oo owee For the G's and the harmony
I take my last breath It's like I'm dead inside It's like I'm past it It's what I can't describe
'Cause everyone's a victim And everyone's a target And everyone's an enemy The reason that I spark it
In this life, I got everything I wanted Money and fame but I don't flaunt it Walk through the state undaunted State of California but the state is haunted Nine o'clock, ten o'clock, now we're gone Ain't gonna stop until the early morn' Ain't gonna stop until the break of dawn I got my crew coming over, now I know its on
From the land of the lost where the good die young Got your son smoked out in the hood buying guns Not the first or the last time, test me and I'll blast mine Neighbor versus neighbor and its killing as a pastime I've heard it all before and nope, I'm not buying The biggest and the baddest get broke, I'm not lying I could get get it next, you could get it right now I roll with Samoans, if you want, I'll show you how
I take my last breath It's like I'm dead inside It's like I'm past it It's what I can't describe
Let the funky beat blaze!
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