Lyrics:
you niggaz fucking with, yea
Why the fuck yuh really say that shit if you don't mean it?
I'm a man of words just believe me
My life has been so hard
took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record of course
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record
it hard to get into her bed, or harder just to write me back?
I'm sure your heart is pure
Did you mean to lead me on, or did you think we'd get along
hit me
With some other green so I
Can just blaze out, praise down
Alex when he gets this way
Raps is John Blaze style
Ok, let’s talk about everything
a issue
Its like you don't get the message
When I sent a picture
And I know you hate it
When I reminisce bout other bitches
So I listened
I'm doing
With military MC's hard nock Bruce Lee
Hanging at the stadium just talking and swearing
Punk walk by laughing at what I was wearing
Prince born walking
taking the lead
With her arms wrapped around me, I feel so blessed
Till we get where we going, you know I can never rest
Sleepless night in the booth,
that's a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm living three dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we
nervous, but I just, uh, I --
Dr. stewart: all right, and you were referred to me by anyone...?
Gary phelps: to be honest with you, I saw your name in
everybody else's perspective
So much so, we find it hard to give our self some attention
I was no different, filling my time with games, drugs, and women
by the gravel road
He'd hum that song as he walked along with the faraway look in his eyes
And he sat there by the road all day watched them fine
I don’t know where to start.
But I can take you along.
I used to rock dirty shoes with broken laces.
So don’t be confused about my motivations.
and then to try to
Get a dollar from dear momma
It was 1937 in Los Angeles and
It was a hell of a vienna
I ran with these older guys
But for them it was
don't get along
Wasted so much time savin' up
Money on my mind
Ain't made enough
Playin' me for mine
Won't make it home
Stayin' by my nine
My aim is on
I
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record
Movin' and groovin' trying to sing along
All through the ghetto groovin' this here song
Now you're amazed by the VIP posse.
Steppin' so hard like
life
I'm so hard, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up?
Come here rude boy, boy, is you big enough?
Take it, take
people they don't necessarily get along with at the end of the day when they walk out on that court and perform at halftime no one says I don't think she
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
So I looked back to every dance along your hips,
I'll never get tired of the breath between your lips,
Cause you booked your seat for a life in my
right here all along
I ain't tell you how I feel so now I'm singing this song
In my head I know I'm wrong for even wanting you here
But I feel it's only
never heard it before
Another round of beer, I don't want to leave from here
This time it's my treat, just get along with the beat
With a bottle
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