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Words and Music by Jeff Cook and Richard Scott
I am so happy with you in my arms.
Honey, don't you ever leave.
Lay back and love me and tellme
would get along nor sing a song
Cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I wrong?!
I say yo, what's up, it's me again
Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
the era of the chocolate types 
Like your Bobby Brown, Aaron Hall and Wesley Snipes 
Including myself in the cipher the Big Daddy Kane is a part of it
away 
But I was never even gone 

Pray for me my Sweet Marie 
I'm searching still for to see my sign 
Rolling on to a new day 
Down that midnight
to me, if you wanna battle....

[GR8 Scott]
Whateva' kid stop trying to show-off....

[Swel Boogie]
Who's you first of all?? nobody knows you up in
gut
Praying how me make it out the telly and touch

Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
gut
Praying how me make it out the telly and touch

Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
wifey hitting me
What you want sweaty, lima beans and kidney
Trashed the beeper, slowly I reached for the reefer
Throw a Costa, peep oh son the house
Funky 16 corners

Hot like Jill Scotts blues 
But damn too old for 22s
But I can still move
Groove
Lets roll
You cant do your thing 
If your
please excuse me sir 

Place down your bottle 

I didn't mean to step upon your eypps throttle 

And get her overheated ready to be treated 

For
of this Iron Hotel
Im goin back to that Dryland dirt

For some its just a livin
But for Us its our whole life
If it kills me Im gonna rake that dirt
feels the same (it's a Zulu love)

Dark as the midnight hour, I'm bright as the mornin' Sun
Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama can't run
looking for your dealer
Trust me babe, I'll play the healer
The sweet brown sugar took her
She didn't come back
Obsessed by taboos

Remember when you've
Woke up this morning had a spliff for breakfast
Slept good 'cause the toast wasn't under the matress
Hop up in the shower, give my honie a kiss
I'm
of this iron hotel
I'm goin' back to that dry-land dirt

For some it's just a livin'
But for us its our whole life
If it kills me I'm gonna rake that
Some of us are green
Some are brown
Some are lost
Some are found
Sight unseen baby
Sound on sound
Pray for me I'm falling down

I was lost in
went from clean to muddy
Polished to shine, the season to rhyme
Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground
Been looking for love, now I bubble like
stop 
Keep it comin' 
Keep on comin' for more

It's that brown man from long islandin' shores 
Got a way with women, so I get away with yours
it up in the trunk
AK-47, M-11 and a pump
Rolled by ? on Scott Street
School was letting out,
"Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?" "watch me!"
Opened
The situation's got me guessin'
But the answer remains to be a question
He lived his life in a lie
I guess you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die
years of your life
Felt like love struck me in the night
I pray that love don't strike twice

Red lipstick, rose petals, heartbreak
I was his Marilyn
years of your life
Felt like love struck me in the night
I pray that love don't strike twice

Red lipstick, rose petals, heartbreak
I was his Marilyn
The man outside he works for me, his name is Mariano
He cuts and trims the grass for me he makes the flowers bloom
He says that he comes from
and one for all
You better look up at me like I'm ten feet tall
Cause you're lookin down at me like I'm two feet small
Hopes and wishes, wishes and dreams