Lyrics:
want a little piece of the pie
But they don't do shit and they don't know why
I'm trying to get to that Louis V, house by the beach
Where the hustles
And the suites by the beach side
Vision I got 3 eyes
We been on a sea food diet
I don't see prices
Lobster on a plate
with a side of Micky D's fries
And we
bruh
I'm being honest
Yeah, aye
Let's start off with my school
Cause you know that, that's my land
Caught that little bitch with a durry in her hand
She
rented
Always kept it real while you boys pretended
Lace my Pippins
Cook my chickens
They shot my boy missed me by inches
Now my flow harder than my dick
good so far
My twelve inches got a double meaning vinyl
Heads know what I'm saying
Plus my ex-girls are intervening
Cats are fiending, so let's give ‘em
girl
Why do all the boys just pass you by?
Could it be you just don't try or is it the clothes you wear?
You're always window shopping but never
girl
Why do all the boys just pass you by?
Could it be you just don't try or is it the clothes you wear?
You're always window shopping but never
girl
Why do all the boys just pass you by?
Could it be you just don't try or is it the clothes you wear?
You're always window shopping but never
girl
Why do all the boys just pass you by?
Could it be you just don't try
Or is it the clothes you wear?
You're always window-shopping
But never
They don't make those girls like me
Oh the things that we do for a little bit of love just to feed our fantasies
You've got a taste for the type
Only
the crib
And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice
Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her"
"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'
With three subjects like this
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
the funk will make me freak
If I should die before I waked
Allow me Lord to rock out naked
Bored by the ordinary time to take a trip
Calling up a little
the funk will make me freak
If I should die before I waked
Allow me Lord to rock out naked
Bored by the ordinary time to take a trip
Calling up a little
us
Take it, take it, take it like you love it now
Calling all the lost boys
With your bellies aching
Meet me down by the boat docks
I know what
pleasures is a chance you take
So here?s the skinny indulge the urge
Then sometime later you can binge & purge
Come on little girl we both know what I mean
special girl you're so special, special)
Show me that I'm special, tell me boy
Girl you know you are special
I bet you were born in the sky.
Show me
Balance
(Yeah)
I can't run around wit' my hand out, tryna ride a nigga wave
Throwing rocks from a glass house, boy you ain't even got drapes
I ain't
of her great loss
After they'd gone away
Three little girls came skipping through the park
Talking of little boys and getting home before it's dark
When
Happy Hour
Ash to ash dust to dust
The verdicts in no justice
Evened the score now I’m up up
Contagious vibes can’t touch this
Valley boy she
drinking, but just a little
Girl come kick it by the pool
And get the mood right baby
Catch the groove right baby
If we’re running out of time
I’ll keep it
and took him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me Poor boy
Johnny, come and walk along with me
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
O'Shea! O'Shea!
Get your ass in here boy
You hear me calling you?
O'Shea!
When I was young I used to hang with the seventh graders
Little
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