Lyrics:
laws, truth and righteousness connect
[Angie Stone]
You see the knowledge that I'm kickin' is for you
And there is nothin' that another can do
Try
c'mon, c'mon, yeah, Angie Stone
Before I bring you into this zone
I think I better let you know that I am Angie Stone
I put the hands on the paper,
the back, ballers in the rear
Find me 'round there, bottles by the beer, yeah
All right cause it feels real good
And good wood from a nigga in the hood
We just popped a couple bottles in the club we ratchet
I just seen Latiffa in the corner bussin action
Woah
No distractions we give no fucks
tour bus
Y'all hoes follow us
Party pack pills man
Hoes gonna swallow us
Naturally a loner
But love my kid
Mix the soda with the cola
I can buy me
to niggaz
Now he can't say hi on the street, big boy
I knew Angie Martinez - 12 o'clock midnight nobody listened to her show
Now she want to rap
[Kool
Fuqua, Damien Marley
Trevor McDonald, The Black Stars
Angie Stone, Count Basie
Duke Ellington, Jackie Robinson
Bill Clinton, that's right I said it
Momma by herself gone empty the bottle
Selling percys till I empty the bottle
Bullets stone a n***a face no cobble
I ain't worried if that bitch is
Rolling Stones for ever
Now dry your eyes my dear Angie,
No satisfaction, baby!
Music, you make me wanna live
Music, all together we can believe
Music, now,
go out on the town
Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking
And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud
Pull up to the club, you can
pedigree ain't pure enough for this)
At the same damn time (nigga, you can't multitask, nigga)
On the sofa popping bottles
At the same damn time (y'all
pedigree ain't pure enough for this)
At the same damn time (nigga, you can't multitask, nigga)
On the sofa popping bottles
At the same damn time (y'all
phakama ngik’bhambe ke
Ayamaah is the name
It means amazing it’s simple and plain
Memories replay, she loves Angie Stone the song “As we lay”
Born in
diamonds in the stone,
Swag through the club throwin' money in the sky,
I can't lie, I'm a ball 'til I die,
Blunts of the good got me superman high,
[Chorus: Angie Stone, x2]
Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
out that I'm recruitin' (The Butcher comin', nigga)
We throw so many clips, that way, we can make movers (brrt)
Brick in the car three lanes away from
of my raise, until we wise up
Rise up, and master our faith, word up, son
I'm a true black brother, ask Angie Stone
Papa was a rolling stone, Razah be
(yeah)
Told so many lies to these broads (too many lies)
Blew so much money, poped so many bottles
Yeah I fucked a bitch just because (just because)
youngin' in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell 'em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All
Dance floor flooded, hands in the air
Bar in the back, ballers in the rear
Find me 'round there, bottles by the pair, yeah
All night 'cause it feels real
to compile the clues that I've piled
Stacked and skewed through the words that I've written into these files
The views of the truth that I can bring
youngin' in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell 'em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All
telling Angie and him what's in store cause
Within Reason has been written in stone
OJe had been taking for joke
Just because he ain't fiddle in dope
alone
Im a neo soul type of nigga like angie stone
Not a falcon but i make plays in atlanta in my dome
Niggas stuck still watching shit go by like garden
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