Lyrics:
think my gun was a Crip
Drive by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle
Killers pulling up in all kinds
14, 15, 12 years old
Young niggas slangin' iron
a shooting star
Send you to Heaven and shoot you to Hell
He slayed the dragon each and every night
It was his right
A king among his kind
He shared his
I already know your ways
Baby just stick right by my side
On God, we gon have better days
She not willing to change (uh huh)
But that's not what I
shit, street life
But most of y'all hate Bleek right?
I'm supposed to keep heat right?
So you can haul the heat right
Who really give a fuck though
Whoa!
I can't believe we're in Japan!
Look at all the lights!
The food!
The people!
Wow!
We're three cool white friends in Japan (Japan!)
We've
No
Mary-
Right, I know, yes, me and Balzac
I finished the one-act
I got an audition-
I started the story
Rehearsal pianist
So
the dark, where you wait up
You ain't gotta worry
Long as I'm here by your side
We gonna catch a vibe
Something in the air
Anytime I feel this kind
Better Treat Me Right
(by Sam East & Will Mount/WTS Publishing)
Verse 1
I’m not the kind of girl to sit in my tower
And wait till you rescue me
I’ve
high
Could ever fall to show me why
I'm surrounded by positive vibes
Yeah, ha
Let's take a ride
See the lights tonight, baby
One of a kind
I know they
what The Matrix wants you to be, a they/them, emo, goth, transgender, fat-
We're lost, in a world of just fog and diminishment
Kind of madness here,
know I'm right
Like two bullets in a loaded gun
Baby we're two of kind
Oh, she want it bad yeah
She gotta have it
I take her back
(She could get it all
and they controlled by the fuckin' money
But, I come from nothin', and for that right reason
I don't give a fuck 'bout goin' back to nothin'
And, it heart
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool
Now I know all you folks are the right kind of parents
I'm gonna be perfectly frank
Would you like
I cIN'T BEEN DRINKIN'
Well I was sittin there n' minding mine
Lookin' to my right side n' there she was right in my view
She put her hand on my leg
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
Ben's
But I'm a Capricorn I'm packed like I'm strapped for gore
I whip the pussy like slave masters, they backs is torn
My pole reels them in, right by
remain for middle I swear they nearly wan for crush me
By my left Dagger for neck
By my right Pistol for my belle Ey
I remain eselle
They say porté fe I
you in, because the rhythm
The chord progression is such that it imitates a pop, like romance song
And then it starts off kind of, yeah, wholesome,
Maj
Blue Door
Three two one oooh
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Lemonade Lemonade
Yeah Yeah Yeah
My baby's fresh as lemonade
Yeah yeah yeah
Lemonade Lemonade
You
on the 3rd on May
Washed in blood now I tug at life in mortal ways
How i find human kind a love that's so divine
But filled with stress and death and mine was
'Cause if them go call me by three, no pick I don dae with you
3:22, we don dae ball
3:46, we still dae talk
But by 3:59, we don dae pull clothe
'Cause
A little bit like the boy who cried wolf yeah
See me, but don't dare to try no shit
Cause you know that somewhere inside those layers
A rattlesnake's right
in Korean
Midget wrestling on channel three
It costs me fifty bucks a month just to see 'em
Yeah, but that's all right with me
I got cable TV
(0.07) shining right upon me I see your pretty face it reflects right off the water right here at 12 that’s midnight
(0.15) yes right by the beach
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