Lyrics:
fitness
Yo, you thought I forgot about you little boy?
Yo, these niggas ain't ready, yeah!
Little boy trynna get involved, come on then, come on then
You and I travel to the beat of a different drum
Oh, can't you tell by the way I run
Every time you make eyes at me? Whoa
You cry and moan and say
ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured
Then
getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera, a perfect image of a priest
They're spoon-feeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then
Everyone is either making love or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival
ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured
Then
that's one for you and two for me by tonight
I'll be loaded like a freight train
Flyin' like an aeroplane
Feelin' like a space brain
One more time
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
Open up your third eye
Let your penal Gland be decalcified
By my window like I'm Malcolm x, but I swear that they won't get me
I hear shots, shots,
When a whole pill dissolve
Girl, tell me who you gon' call (who you callin'?)
I'm ready to give my all to you (my all to you)
Yeah, let's do it
the buzz, go run back to the bar pick another drink get ready to go
Send me ya telephone number bitch, maybe when I'm ready to roll I'll hit you wit the totem
troubles put that in the air
You want to so let go you hear it callin'
Forget the drama let that all be broken by
The sound of art in motion
Everybody get
God's creatures
Step Ten
And in turn you're divestments having been completed
Step Eleven
Ah get turned on by you,and in turn being turned on by you
mind
In your ass get it wrong, you gonna meet by nine! (Now)
I remember when that nigga D-roc’s mama used to be candy lady
That nigga had to go come
on your chest nigga speak your mind
In your ass get it wrong, you gonna meet by nine, nah
I remember when that nigga D-roc?s mama used to be candy lady
desire
When you sense where
Such wetness is going and you need it
That's when you pull me away to ask for more
You get into position, your elbows propped
I just want to see niggas prosper
They just want to see a nigga locked up
Penitentiary will turn you to a monster
Don't get laid to rest by
the kick in the ass
You got to get up fast
You got to get your books and get ready for class
Cuz the sea of possibility is so vast
Today's the future
a vowel
It's Ludacris how we take 'em out by word of mouf
You don't need accolades for you to get clout
I I minimize
Like I'm a genicide
I identify
Whack
Hold up! Tonight's gonna get wild! Hang onto something!
I don’t go out like this no more
But I am sure I’m ready for tonight
I feel a little insecure
I just want to see niggas prosper
They just want to see a nigga locked up
Penitentiary will turn you to a monster
Don't get laid to rest by
you can get it I got I got everybody good
Where I failed I didn't put myself first
Yea I did it by myself man I did it on my own
Can't nobody tell me
means
Not by any means
Please, its the same routine
Worse than somebody cutting the cheese
False beliefs stink, get me some more o this febreeze
Is there
Damn (damn)
Heard a nigga said he was buggin'
Where Sheek Louch or Jadakiss or cousin?
Which one of them niggas could come get him?
'Cause homie set
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