the meaning? why does everybody fucking sound the same? they played 15 shows not they're signed to a label see them look sexy on magazine covers make
amateur cops Flip Dog from "Whiteboys", mocked Danny Hoch Ernest goes to Brooklyn and gets his little chain tooken How you lookin' in them dirty ass Nikes With a 15
SF e la mia cru stile e faccio quel cazzo che voglio e stai composto al tuo posto perche nessuno vuole il tuo cazzo di spazio per 15 anni mi sono fatto
cause yo I heard it pays Your pockets looks skimp, but yo there's a bulge in my jeans Cause I'm only 15 and ripping rap scenes All the magazines say that
s because I spit with force Or I'm too Underground of being seen in their Source - Magazine But well of course I take one of those game machine Fullies With the 15
My boss told me don't stay out too late Gotta be at work by 9 or 9:15 He don't know I'm going to amputate all my limbs and run around the place shave
shit nigga It's that d-boy shit, coke dealin nigga [Verse 1: The Jacka] I breath on the mic, for niggas who push d Tryna send a kite to my potnas in [?] Magazine
Bloop bloop dip dip water water fry Crack, COCAINE yola, bloody sheets They brought it in on a plane, and I put it on my streets 1300 block, magazine
of the...RAP GAME Playa from the hill Vallejo My dictionary book of slang done finally came Brought to you by Murder Dog Magazine, Magazine? Magazine like my street 15
beer, im smoking a swisher I barely can steer, im full of this liquor I handles my biz, im takin' my exit Then parking this britch, the magazine street
Boskeezy? Hey that shit right there, ay (talk to my wepolations), that shit. That's ibeen? That shit smibeen that shit ibeen? That shit smibeen, ooh (ooh) 4:15
I used to sell a lot of things CD's Records Tshirts and Magazines I used to sell a lot of things, patches and sticker So I could buy guitar strings I
to know you when we were young You were in all my dreams We sat together in period one Fridays at 8:15 Now I see face in the strangest places Movies and magazines
Rippin' through your 15's like Wolverine Sick with the lyric there be no vacine You attach with the tractor beam, rap fiend And all heads who feel it lick off a magazine
wage won?t pay for a roof, won?t pay for a drink If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO See how far $5.15 an hour will go Take a part time
in line All the pretty faces leave you standing While flipping through a magazine (Who could blame you? Who could blame you?) I fell in love with page 15
