Shawn Kemp - Misery lyrics

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Shawn Kemp - Misery lyrics

[Verse One] 'non loka, the foul blunt smoker Fred durst in the club cuz i still stay rollin' Not a fan of j's homie, but i'll still smoke em Leaving these fools swept in mysterious misery wondering "who the f** created the pretty piece of artistry?" Run up, get done up Don't go out much, but i'll f** your club up f** you, what you gon' do When we roll up when my crew rolls up on you, 562 You know how we do LA's southeast to the west of the beach of savages And we manage to keep it lavish Bumping d**h row cla**ics While i'm studying for my business law cla**es Look i like i give a f**? homegirl fix your gla**es [Verse Two] 2 nasty, to north without kim's baby, lay my head to rest in the west without kanye Been makin' moves as of lately You ain't heard of me yet But you will when i murder your set Burnin' red rags and raider flags My n***as crazy when we breakin' gla**es Usually got a slow flow like i was down south, but i don't f** with that slow mo' no more Artesia boyz when we represent Muy no lindo i never heard of your set So don't get my n***a, you can't get upset

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