Lyrics:
with the Quik? "Oh but of course playa"
And everybody else.. {".. can get the dick"}
Now on my last album, I said I rolled too motherfuckin deep
That
(hater)
Playa hater (hater) Playa hater (hater)
Uhh, thank you, thank you very much
Thank you thank you far too kind, far too kind
Thank you, thank
(hater)
Playa hater (hater) Playa hater (hater)
Uhh, thank you, thank you very much
Thank you thank you far too kind, far too kind
Thank you, thank
artist
And everybody knows you by a different name
I didn't catch your first name
I didn't get your last
I didn't hear too much what was said
My
I sometimes think that I'm too many people
Too many people, too many people
I sometimes think that I'm too many people
Too many people, too many
values
When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world
Here he comes
I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man
Mr.
We in the streets, playa, get your mail
It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere
To Jorma
It's all too much
It's all too much
When I look into your eyes, your love is there for me
And the more I go inside, the more there
To Jorma
It's all too much
It's all too much
When I look into your eyes, your love is there for me
And the more I go inside, the more there
it's too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me
Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer
And decide
like a groupay
Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochay
For them haters fuck whatever you say
Because you know I'm too cool for you anyway
I'm just
than his bitch, yeah (fo' sho)
We too playa (yeah), we too, we too playa (playa)
Yeah, we too playa (woo), we too, we too playa (clean)
Yeah, we too
out the night
There's a cast of thousands waiting
As she turns out the light
But it's too late, too late, too late
(Too late) too late for love
there
I'm becoming old enough to wonder
Happy that I'm still too young to care
Masterpieces crumble, empires tumble down
Refugees and fantasies go
its clear, what I touch is gold (Ohe that's cold man)
Just a Godzilla kicking it with a polar in the froze
Smoove vibe with a passion
Eve eve eve eve
I could, maybe I could, maybe I
Could meet the artists, and get to know them personally
If I were David Byrne
I'd go to galleries and not be too
something to be involved in, something too big to ignore.
It is our function as artists to make the spectator to see the world our way,
not his way.
out the night
There's a cast of thousands waiting
As she turns out the light
But it's too late, too late, too late
(Too late) too late for love
they're usually my age
Does that sound like love?
It's a life dominated with lust
And for too long, they've been holding on
And finally, they just get
do that too too bad, too bad
If your girlfriend love me more than you too bad, too bad
I can't help that she like my swag
Can't help that my love's so
We in the streets, playa, get your mail
It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere
Too Late
Too Late
Too Late
In this almighty cage
We shop through the yellow page
Gone is the corner store
There's a supermarket there for
I just feel rich people are
Always too cool to ask
For help trying to impress each
Other at dinner parties
I want to help the world and
I need help
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