Lyrics:
We’re in the backseat of your moms car
Getting taxied, back to my house
Wish I listened to my friends when you started playin’ around
Wish I
his tracks and he said,
OLD MAN: Hey goat!
ADAM: Would you like to live with me?
I got a house with a pick-up truck
In a place across D.C.-a.
I said,
[Redman]
Mic check, mic check (mic check mic check one two)
One two, one two check mic (yeah)
Gilla House, D-Block baby (can y'all hear me out
I want you
I want you
I day-dream of seeds girl when you pass by
I wonder what the future holds for you and I
I tell my friends favorite tales
letters
Now he doing double life, while she lead a double life
Man, he need another wife
New approach might help a nigga bowl better
New hoes might help
became by us
The situation requires the almighty formula
So I'm mixing numbers with letters now it's looking like algebra
Do the maths I got the masters
Buongiorno Mademoiselle ça va?
Fast forward to hotel and call me papa
Je m'appelle Have2
In shades and slides by Prada
I call your house now mi casa
you be mine
I get you in my car, drive you to my house
'Cause I'm a mack, I cold turn you out
I wont ask, and I sure won't beg
Reach right over
fought 'cause I got crowded
Nowadays for he who try and catch your mom and upside down
Graduated to Waffle House, back then it used to be McDonald's
parent's house
And have dinner with me and my family
Tell me what you would do to make
That first impression really stick"
Let's see, uh, well, I'd have
I've walked the street a thousand times
I've passed by your house I've seen the signs
A fence that frames all your property
I live so close but I
Put into this craft to make it sound much better
Get it straight, pronounce the letters
Llegos is my name, making all these lames
Look like coward
going beyond this
and i’m locked in, well prepared for the next phase
spun the wheel of fortune one letter away from guessed phrase
chapter of my life, no
seen nothing eminent I've built
An anonym doesn't want to bother anyone around there in this world so crowded but I want your crown(s) outta my face
I
the window
Sweet caresses, a box of chocolate, a letter
There´s blood on the sheets
Saturday
A woman and her camera
Walks into a crowded concert
Turns
crowded look at this street
You said rap, I could not stop, look at me.
ghetto b neighborhood words originally
I will come from varos see you yow
If it
come from near and far
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa oh oh oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
Someone found a letter
with some principle
Crossed eyed and staring
Almost blind to what's in front of you
Teary eyes and terrorized
By those who say they love you
They making
hit because it's blood all on yo palms
They tell you pray but what's the point, can't save his life by reading Psalm's
Therapy but it don't work, only
Crowded in a thoughts make me forget your presence
How your hardwork manifest essence
You are loved by every child
Pacific ocean to the Nile
Help me
sugar-coated view
Was soured by the bitter breath of her drunk father
The kisses he'd plant
Once in a blue moon were as stale as his odour
That always choked her
ILL CAMILLE young chicks developin' hips
Innocence is lost
County building overly crowded
We pay the cost in the back of the alleys
Fiends barter for
I'm lashing out
You're dashing out of a crowded room
You're crashing
Nascar
Monster in your hand
Almost empty as the can
And I'll see you on the side
do is shout it
They ain't master the P
They ain't 'bout it 'bout it
I mastered the power and I'm proud about it
This cypher is getting crowded uh huh
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