Lyrics:
talked to her way better
Do your own brain-washin' you got stained, you gon' let her
Do you laundry, count your money, nigga you mentally weak
For some
America-Gomorrah.
What are you looking at, you
better not make me mad. I'll drive
by your house and shoot your
dog, and mom, and dad. I don't
need you
And by then I move on to new dimension
Defari stack your advance plus prepare pension
Find my nitch don't glitch for the popular
This beat is
so long that
Even my mamma thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know
a bitch, so just face it (face it)
When out of control, that mouth piece is dangerous
Know when to put the clamp on, chill out, put ya breaks on
You better
I've been thinking about it lately,
Tired of being at home
Waiting as I watch
The world go by
Are you thinking about me too, boy
Or am I
perfect,
This aint worth it,
You gotta know by now,
I got have intentions,
But I got a temper,
Baby still remember,
Just what we're here to do.
I
at the quarterback. Texas had a man in the stands the night we beat the Panthers
Said they had a spot for both of us that next fall
We were ridin' high on pride and big
tickets man
What do you think? Todd? (He's alive Mike, alive, Todd)
I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes
When Mike came over with
green
Put some silk under you
Or it could be wool
I can call a light fixture man
To put in the lights
As long as you hang around
I'm not going anywhere
Could've been a stick up kid (No!)
Should've been a lot of things (Whoa!)
Would I change everything
Or anything for who I am today?
So, I guess I better
Nothing bad could ever happen under a sky this blue
It was my senior spring, he was my mother's offering
A man might make things better
We could
rumblin'
Fuckin' wit' me getcha trampled Lemon Lame is an example
He got beat down by these dogs, and all he got was just a sample
But now I'm on my way
Oakland nothin' better than some sloppy bed wetters
Makin' out while chewin' cheeto cheddar, such go-getters
But my ho from St. Louie by the name of Julie
Or pours out from the can
And if I told you I was crying
Would you still think I'm a man
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
Hey Babe
Totally Nude
on teachings that orchestrate my kingdom
Based upon elements of lyrics I bring them
Stone by stone (but did you build it alone?)
No kid was prone to seek it
to chase (uh huh)
I'm in the club (club)
Poppin bottles, man its been on since I threw up (up)
Fellas, ladies, babies, TA just show me love (love)
This
[Chorus: Lil' Wyte]
Jus' the good 'ole boys - hangin' out geddin' high
Jus' the good 'ole boys - watchin' cops ridin' by
Jus' the good 'ole boys - sittin'
ain't ever on
See I was that girl
Who would be by your side
But I got sick and tired
Of all your lies
[Chorus]
So you me to be your second Ms.
thrive
Tried but couldn't get in to see KRS live
Document my thoughts in order as they come
(That's the sound of the
Man) Obsessed wit drums
Beat up
Yes, I'm only a man
Judgments of something ancient
Clockin' my time as finished the
Same is all replacements
Ignorance is complacency
Why I am
feet still
Caught ya man, but he can't duck a taco, wanna beef still
I still ain't signed to a major label yet, I need six mill'
Can't run from no
He was born in 1980
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
Be a big man, dont you cry
Said his papa whit his broke down pride
Someday he knew hed
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