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Too Much, Too Young, Too Fast (Airbourne) · Too Much, Too Little, Too Late (Johnny Mathis) · Girls, Girls, Girls - We Love Girls (The Four Seasons) · So Not Over You [Radio Edit/Johnny Douglas Radio Mix] (Simply Red) · Too Much Too Young: The Gold Collection (The Specials) · Live: Too Much Too Young (The Specials) · Too Much Too Soon (New York Dolls) · Too Much Too Soon (New York Dolls) · Too Much Too Soon (New York Dolls) · Too Much Too Soon (New York Dolls) – and 90 other albums »


to be, too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
Understand what I'm sayin', they're down by law
They play the jams that are right, sometimes not polite
They
(Welcome back to the ghetto)

(Spice 1)
Still livin' day by day and thug niggas don't play
Niggas thirty years old still out here slangin' yay
Goin' dub for
You know it gets too much
And sometimes she cries like a baby
But she's almost certain it'll pass
When she becomes a lady

But while she's still
apple
But that mouthful
Was a little too much to chew

I like equality
But if you're tellin' me
That equal means the same
I disagree

Girls are
world
It was always too much, it was never enough
It was just the kind of stuff you just can't make up
It was love

We reigned like the king and the queen
the radio 
I wonder if they'll ever go to heaven 
The beer mats are wading 
In a table of froth 
The bar girl is serving 
With a check drying cloth
the engines
And the radio was always loud
When I was a boy in Ohio
Spanish teacher she tried to help
She was much too pretty
So I just stared at the back
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
beneficial
To the groups that go by three initals
So they try to discredit
They'll dog you with an edit
Print the words the way you never said it
But we gotta
wanted anything so much
I've got to have one - I want a girl in a pick-up truck

Power steering, gun rack, spare tire in the back
Goose neck trailer
Hey girl, now I know
You've been waiting for me much too long
But I got caught up in traffic
One turn I made was wrong

You see the DJ
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
coaches, way too many peeps
Pro to machines and way to much heat
Still grounded never been way up in the sky
Workaholic still spend days inside
Angie, you
and smokin Mary Jane

[ VERSE 2: Spice 1 ]
My life is full of sin, too much drama in California
Niggas runnin up on ya to dump and put you in a coma
Or worse,
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
Why don't they let me get rest
Too much to understand
Too much to digest
PSI power PSI power
PSI power PSI power
PSI power PSI power
I can read
[Verse 1]
Knight Lord Radio, held back by the Bay Bridge faded,
Trying to find Smiley's house, thank G-d we made it
Yo, blunts, broads and beats,
record on the radio
Oh, well it's just another song
But I've got a hit recorded 
And it'll be out on the market 'fore too long

I got this ring in
listen

"You can take all the boys and the girls in the world
And I'll trade them this morning for my sweet Ocean Cloud
I've seen too much of life
So
him three times round the globe 
She waited patiently at home 
And all the pretty girls wanted him
In places that he'd never been 
Too much love
and your girl, with this record on your radio or stereo, I don't know
I love you so is what you'll be sayin, while this record's playin
You reminiscing
y'all shit retarded

(I just got excited, man I almost farted
That's too much information, my bad, I'm sorry
We got syndication, our shit go hardest)
I ain't going to go to work, I ain't going to go to school
Life is just too complicated, to be somebody's fool
My side of the mountain, my side