Lyrics:
're a freak, you're just discreet
Sugar check this out, this gon' be a night to remember
I can tell by the way you shake it, aw now
Baby, you ain't gotta front
The Young Ladies
We Got Rhymes Galore And That's A Fact
And If The Satisfaction's Guaranteed To Cause A Heart Attack
We Are The Best As You Can See
So
play it for me
Play that beat, why don't you play it for me
Play that beat
Play that beat
Play that beat
Why don't you play it for me?
You can
it then everybody gon' fear it
Every week I'm finna make 'em repeat it like they in school
Bed blues, everybody open up somethin'
You can move all you
I can see heads turning
I hear voices saying "That's Erick Sermon"
Not only from the women, but from the men
You know what? It feels good, my
on my neck, so don't violate
'Cause I can't wait for it to go in your back, uh
(J-A-D-A) I'm pulling it out, the guns'll pop
(F-A-G-E-A) I'm
Can't you see tears in my eyes nah
I'll fuck them up
Wanna see fear in your mind
Do not feel sorry
Nearly kill a baby
Used to call you daddy
Still repeat
kept winning twice
It's me and my exes, we'll see who'll survive
I can tell by the way she entered the club
I can tell by the way mammi likes to rock
I
make me feel so Real
I think it's you when it comes to This
Who can reveal all my sex Appeal
I think it's you when it comes This
You treat me so, so
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
Yeah, uh
Tell me what you really like
Baby, I can take my time
We don't ever have to fight
Just take it step-by-step
I can see it in your eyes
want to have babies?!?!?!
STAN
It's every man's right to have babies if he wants them.
REG
But you can't have babies.
STAN
Don't you oppress me.
REG
a casket nap
Cass' can rap, you can't compare him to me
I'm ya savior
It's like scripture when they
Hear it from me i snap back
(snapback) so cats in this
My girl wear some shit that you can not afford
Tout mes négros ont la dalle
Ils vont tout rafler quand ils auront les tecs for real
Bitch ass j'ai rien
your persona and it's
Makin' wanna take ya to California
Can you get away?
I flirt ya down for the evenin' we can go to
The beach and we can jet on some
Feat. J. Cash
[JON YOUNG]
When the road gets rough
And you had about enough
And you feel like givin up
Just remember that it ain't over
So when it
to fuck a hoe
Ice Cube, true emcee
Write everything I say, even back in the day
I'm a spit it how I feel it, fuck a gimmick
You can keep your catchy
well
I believe that God knows what each of us
Wants and needs it's not necessary for us
To make it to church on Sunday to
Reach Him you can find Him
J.O.W.I.M.I.B.A.
Nigga replay, them seconds.
Addressing me by my name is the only way you'll get in my section.
I've been sitting in shitty
(real)
So you just know how I feel ey
Ain't got no time
For the fakes (nah nah)
They don't got
What it takes
(Got what it takes no)
Claimin they J
I can see heads turning
I hear voices saying "That's Erick Sermon"
Not only from the women, but from the men
You know what? It feels good, my
Todd, I'm sorry, alright? I screwed up, I- I know I screwed up, I
Oh great, of course! Here it comes! You can't keep doing this!
You can't keep
Where were you when I was down-down-down-down-down-down?
Nah, we cannot work it out-out-out-out-out-out
Yeah, yeah
You ain't finna make me feel bad for
basketball
You can call me Too, don't say it twice
You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely polite
Too $hort, Too
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