DOM KENNEDY - The Last Episode lyrics

It's like one two three to the 4
Some day HBO will have my show
South central loves to be seen on cable
And you just talk while i
Been this state that is
Am better around like this you know
Sell 20 thousand but i live
Like i wouldn't go
I wasn’t really made for the exicist
Damn you could at least say you love my shit
So i think it is time now
I make my impression felt
And i ain’t even going to call for extra help
I’m just a man on a
Mission like Mike and Pilo
There’s no money in the world
That can switch my motto
OP for life hosting in Colorado
Give it to me all night i
Will be in the studio tomorrow
I broke down six four i don’t want to borrow
I’m coming with the ace
Ragtop get your goggles
Versausi got scratched when niggers
Got in a squabble
But you not feeling serious with
High winds and cobble no
You never been on a ride like this before
I always think the song was better you know
Now i think we more copacetic
When they start saying mine
Better don't sweat it
Throw on the sew on i got more to throw on
I remember back in the days niggers use to
Actually put some roll on i had
This feeling like I’m in heaven
That's what we came up on yea
And that make you a legend
Shout out to that nigga to eleven
He don't got big rap songs
But he be out here and that's
A hard job for a nigga
Especially when fools getting shotted cause
The shit you saying
Let us pray let us pray that's what they
Say every single day in LA yea
So tell me when shit going to end
Since you made all that money
From that shit in the end
While the opposition has been prospering
Niggers been online gossiping i
Wish there was a way to hear Pac again
Damn i gotta see hip hop again even
If they try throw rocks again
I got more songs for niggers you
Know what I’m saying yea
You know what I’m saying yea
You know what I’m saying
The song went down when we hit slots
In miles make me get out
On gas very often from Alcon to
The car show I’m legit
I use to like tuning cars too until i quit
I had everything dipped wagon for my chick
Bike for my son i write his name on that shit
So as the chevrolet slide you know they
Don't got gates at Beverly Hills Heights
But i love my slice of the American pie
With 95 cents will get you a bag of fries
15 packs of ketchup on the side
Squeeze them shit's squeeze them shit's
Why is it so hard for me to leave this shit
And why is it so hard for
You to see this shit
So before you hit the cohiba no
Tobacco for me only the chiba
Tell them to use your finger
Baby in the meantime
You know those colors is green time
You couldn’t come straighter than this
On the same line
Brothers do everything good like G Hinds
You know what I’m saying yea You
Know what I’m saying yea
You know what I’m saying yea