Lyrics:
your face before"
It was my homie's pops, shirt dirty, pants tore
He had a 40 in his hand, left a little swallow
He said, "Young-ass nigga," and then
lucky
Nose ring tupac
Two arms two clocks
Used to hit bad little hoes in my dukes house
Any room she open her legs in is a pool house
One heart two lungs
Heard someone lookin' for me
Pull up then I'm by my Vlone, no V
Make that pussy wet like sea
I'm at the jeweller, you on etsy
Mask and the knife in my bag
even more motivation
To pick up the pace and give you more fascination
With the ryhmes in my rap creation
They show the power of the Kane's innovation
out the station in a day or two
Dedication and a little patience
Lead to domination on my way to greatness
Don't put yourself up in a situation
helped me figure out another plan
It got bad, so bad
Nah, I ain't fucking love that, man
Then I hopped out in a new zone with my Louis bag
True story,
helped me figure out another plan
It got bad, so bad
Nah, I ain't fucking love that, man
Then I hopped out in a new zone with my Louis bag
True story,
Beautiful girls,
Walk a little slower,
When you walk by me!
Lingering sunsets,
Stay a little longer,
With the lonely sea!
Children
comot London we go check Paris
I dey smell envy I detect malice
I don't care lifestyle you go fear lavish
Foreign girls in my house I dey learn Spanish
punches with the strength of Pegasus
Enveloped in an effervescent aura by my precipice
Exceed my limits on the brink on my death
Seeing higher self, push me
And we will talk about that very much so in a little while
But I thought I should put out a comment as to what's going on in Charlottesville
So, again,
had to move by the ounce
But I ain't have a house and I slept on a couch
But I got off my ass went iced out my wrist
Now I'm worth a few milly not
as Mousebender enters two men
Dressed as city gents are Greek
Dancing in the corner to the music of
A bouzouki the shop it'self is large
And redolent of the charm
there
My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
Up early in the morning takin' out the trash
Feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser
Two
still there
(Foe life) I'm still there
my house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
up early in the morning takin' out the trash
feelin' like
all the things I do
Just to keep a little smile upon your face
'Cause I love you I love you I love you
I love you in so many ways
Some how my
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old G-M-C
We had some moonshine whiskey
And some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whisky
And some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
that right is never wrong
Stop the fire burning in my home Africa
Martin Luther King, Mandela you had a dream
Self evidence and a quality for men
Africa
stop
Surfing the wave, I'm all fucked up
So shut the fuck up, if you listen to me I will fuck shit up
I'm all locked up in a house in the woods
All by
wanna finish school
I just wanna graduate
Is that so much to ask
I just wanna make my mama proud
Build a big house
Say hey mum
Here's a big house
From
like an egg in the sky
And men are using a sense
They don't even know they have
Just to watch me walk by
And me, I'm supposed to be sensible
Leave my
boozi I just wanna pull up with my uzi
Go skyeeee on those fake brothers
Dead rose in my chest might go confess
That bitch T fell for took me by the smell
My Truly, Truly Fair
Guy Mitchell
Backed by Mitch Miller and his Orchestra
Written by Bob Merrill
Peaked at # 2 in 1951
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