pore

I'm gonna work the straw

Make the sweat drip out of every pore

And I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding

Standing at this liquor store

Whiskey coming through my pores

Feeling like I run this whole block (oh really)

With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong

Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, pores never get clogged

I'm so full of self-esteem that I sweat fog

I hit them the mall, clear stores out (Ugh)

Hit it to your face, get pores out, yeah

(Booty, booty, booty, booty)

Four stories in my home like, "What the fuck's an apartment?" (Nigga?)

Get shit popping like Peter's pores during puberty

And take bets on how quick Tyler can reach maturity

Death, the coldest wind

Seeps into your pores

A nation born of hate

Free Shiesty and 42 Dugg (free Dugg)

This shit in my pores, a nigga a thug (a thug)

I'm really a gangster, I ain't goin' for nothin' (for nothin')

The mothafuckers always talking, they don't ever want to listen

I'm reeking of success you can smell it thru my pores

And when I build my dream house I'm hiding money in the floors

I went into the Porsche, bitch, I went and bought a Cayenne

Yeah, it's nut inside her pores, bitch, she love to drink it in

Yeah, been so back on Percs, I had to take a break from E

We ain't come to play, is you with it, are you sure? (Nuh-uh)

Smokin' like a train, you can smell it in my pores (Shh)

Cup full of codeine

(Guess you're better off dead) I try to fight

Through my pores it seems to seep

(Your mind bleeding) when I bleed forever

Wanna taste your taste some more

Feel you pourin' through my pores

Eh, I'm goin' back in my bed to play it back in my head

Tryna pick a better battle I saw on the wharf

Feel the sun in my pores, but I still got clouds in my head, now

Rain for a little bit, stay for a little bit

Creator of original sounds that's in the stores

You take home to absorb and sweat it out your pores

Now who can stop the music runnin' through these veins

Lennon is a genius

Living in ev'ry pore

Life is real

Take a trip to Macy's cop the whole second floor (gimme that)

Whores smell the scent of money coming out my pores (smell it?)

Yeah my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy (haha)

My fist stands firm because I'm, black and solid

I open up your pores like a plate full of collards

C'mon take it easy wouldya, easy easy

Show me love, show me love

Show me love 'til it's inside my pores

Show me love, show me love

Hugged up, pokin' in her brains, what ya wanna do?

Nice tats on ya body, liquor comin' out ya pores

Weed stench ya ain't right, G-string for some drawers

Got heroin in my cup (cup)

Smell it comin' out my pores (hold on)

They just lined a whole nigga up (hold on)

Henny pour on any floor

Pain seepin' out my memories' pores

Lord forgive me for the times I didn't follow

(*scream sample*)

Absorb it through your pores, the Lord with horns, a world war

Whores are more hors d'oeuvre when it's a world tour

The Blarney Stone brings a tear to me eye

Got ooze in my pores, my feet are all wet

Got mold in my ears, but I ain't dead yet

Check if I paid my income tax

Pore over everything in my CV

But you still know nothing 'bout me

And I hear him every night

In every pore

And every time he just makes me warm

I'll be waiting there 'till knock that door

Money getting galore, cream cover the pores

Honey drip on ya jaw, Mami spittin' allure

Drag 'em through the mud then I bag em

We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my pores

And I be raw, for four score plus seven more

I saw the bottom of the ocean

My pores would pour my soul down there

(Kick it up and keep it under)

Retrieve through your doors

Seep out like sweat through the pores

Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare

I don't wanna think about it

Look at my pores

I'm doing fine, 29, in my prime

We march in sync, my head in yours

The beat is cleaning out my dirty pores (ooh)

You think I'm kidding, I think I'm thinking

I've been dreaming, I was lucid

Blood was seeping, it was seeping from my pores

Who'd believe that it was all my own decision? (Whoa, oh, oh, oh)

I could no longer struggle every moment threatened to be the last

There was pain, dizziness and profuse bleeding at the pores

How is this possible? The transmission was transfusing

Somebody's pourin' blood on its back

Paint that has pierced all the pores in his hide

Paint that has pierced all the pores in his hide

Listen to his revolution of syllables

Scoping lightning from his pores

Keeping time with his hurricane beat

I'm a get mine, so get yours

I wanna see sweat comin' out your pores

On the house tip is how I'm swingin' this

Skin, hair, watermelons, alligators, volcanos, and super freighters

Dust on floors, grease in pores, the food you eat, opened doors

From mountains to the shoes you bought

Girl, I lost my mind, I saw you dancing on the floor (yeah)

You looked so damn fly, sweat started coming from my pores

Sometimes people go through life

Where it comes from, no one knows for sure

It seeps from every pore

♪

New sneakers, pockets way deeper than yours

I'm a junkie for this, you can smell it coming out of my pores

Unlike y'all, lil' homies, I'm getting up out of the stores

Wound up so tight again

My soul seeps out its pores

Paralyzed and going blind

Toothy grills and car parts before me... the acid rain floods my

Floorboard, burns my pores and rots my upholstery

Once I was worshipped, polished magnificently, now I lay in decay by the dirty

Tall glass, better not see the jet when it soar

Double cup of lean, you could smell that codeine in my pores

Keep some extra sticks 'cause any day could be a war

Through a door that's deep in your soul

Through every pore of your body it goes

And in a light too bright to behold

were birds on the street

oh the sweat in your pores

oh stay free

(Give it 45 minutes then let me know)

I can already feel it opening my pores

(Can I take this call in your bedroom?) Of course

They're dripping in the hallways, they're stating to secrete

They're pouring out the pores, they're shrinking on the spot

Someone take a photograph-- get 'em while they're hot

But we're all gone to strip that ground.

Shivered pores were caves, teeth were all decayed,

Jutting, jagged, rising up like welts on backs in strain,

Rat-a-tat-tat and you gon' see the Lord

Bitch like horse, X In her pores

Want more sex, all in her jaws, molly!

Map the ocean's traces

Lick them from my pores

Dry me with delusion and desire

Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll

Open your pores 'cause it's one of my chores

Kickin' beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin' rhymes to a schism

Notches on the wall of my solitary cell

Sweat dripping out of every pore

It feels like it takes forever