Lyrics:
me by the waist, yeah
Little baby you can get it any day, yeah
Won't you come and have a taste, yeah
When you touch me there I feel it on my face, yeah
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
won’t be deceased after you see me
“Kill everyone, kill everyone” no, sorry that wasn’t me, can’t you see
That everyone deserves to be
On this planet
to talk to Lamar.
Albert Goldman, kiss by butt.
E-P, Phone Home.
I said,...
E-P, Phone Home.
Give me a call, Elvis.
Now, I won't tell The Colonel
to be careful
Ain't no god around here to protect folks
When their homes getting pounded by hailstorms
Only lord they can bow to is hell born
Only kings
once again
Choirs be singin' Silent Night
Christmas carols by the candlelight
Please, please, come home for Christmas
Please, please, come home
If
would’ve grabbed
My baby mother by the neck, told her
Sit her ass down, read a book
And be glad that you fucking know me
Oh yeah, and y’all niggas lying
instigatin' we gon' hold it dine yea ya'll see
Hate won't ever live as long as me
End of the bullet where the karma be
Why you wanna try to come talk to me
Try
while you just wait and sit
Tell me, are you done
Baby, I know, I know that we're meant to be
We're meant to be, oh yea, oh please
Be right by my side
You
only half the scenario
You nag a cat, you giving him a license to fuck a hoe
When a man come home late, he want his girl to say hello
Not hear all
(Hit-Boy)
(G. Ry got me)
Ayo, Hit-Boy, man
I need to roll up some of that fronto you got, man
I be seeing you smoking
Yo, how that I.E. weather?
the boys and I are comin through
Tasty Gang, stayin fresh just how we always do
KMT, I'm the king, bow down and kiss my feet
You say you're bringin' sexy
better Know what
If you don't know by now then you won't know
'Cause you should already know
If you don't know by now then you won't know
'Cause you
(What up, Cuz? What up, Snoop!)
The Great White American Hope
Done hooked up with the king of the motherfuckin' West Coast
Baby
And you don't really
(What up, cuz? What up, Snoop?)
The great white American hope
Done hooked up with the king of the motherfuckin' west coast
Baby
And you don't really
feature
My one and only my keeper
Can you please come home, girl I need ya
Baby I'm coming home tonight
I don't wanna be alone tonight
Running through
weather got me feeling some type a way
Said when you coming home
Please don't too be late
Baby won't you come by swing my way
No I don't want to be
on the E-Way
You know you met me when I crashed the bar
And why'd you kissin' on my neck, I'm 'bout to crash the car
So pass the 'la, relax baby it ain't
[Liffy Stokes]
I need love, it's off the hizze, think you can please me
Don't hurt me, take it easy girl, we on the E-Way
You know you met me when I
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black elephant
Smoking white rhino on terraces
Will I die slain like my king by a terrorist?
Will my
feel like home to me
That's like extra cozy on a rainy foggy week
Can you stay here
A little longer please
Play it by ear or just lay here till
on anybody
But I'm not just any body
Please don't step to me, I'm not type to let you back on ya feet
Your next step might be the one to send ya home
a response that I need
Baby our love, that's why I'm here can't you see
Can you come home it's been an our so please, so please
Tell me, if this is real
Ride,
go
If you tell me how to dress I won't hesitate to show
Now our whole affair is the hottest thing around
Frankly I don't even care if I'm king
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