Lyrics:
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it
know my jams
Today my son said, "Dad, let go my hand"
Reminded me one day he's gonna be his own man
And my job is to make sure he's equipped
I gotta
fast
I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools,
love it, will they hate it?
Who gives a fuck though
Rappers praying they next, this shit is cutthroat
I'm livin' on another planet
My manic
(woo)
I never been this happy before, this a different smile
Hey, yeah, this that barbecue music
Life is a blessing and a curse depending how you use
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D.E.E.P.
fast
I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools,
finally set free
By the realization, all I gotta do is be me, be me
Uh, anime-lovin', video game-playin'
Put that shit in my raps, people like, "What
Before i go id like to say a few things. this album was completed on january 15th 1991. By now the war has probably started and a whole bunch
Heard your album my best of missed it
Best that ever did it,
Papoose is the definition.
[Chorus]
A-1 Pe$o
Alpaca
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
This is brought to you by (And the beat is so cold)
The legendary, Earth Yarb (Yeah
themselves
'Cause they done sold what I still have but mine is not for sale
The game's a marathon, ya bitch, and only time will tell
Y'all cosign, fly by
down like that for the nine-seven
This is my dialogue on this album
It's Magoo's album featuring me, Timbaland
'Cause he's so ill, I can't even rap
The weekend's almost done, the moon is low in the sky
I feel like going out before the night passes by
I won't just sit around when life becomes
The weekend's almost done, the moon is low in the sky
I feel like going out before the night passes by
I won't just sit around when life becomes
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
bars, I need a cesspit,
Check please, I am too rare like a Chinese funeral,
I know the type of a nigga you are by the type of movies you like,
So, is it
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
the 21st. century schizoid human being...
If by chance they encounter a good musical idea, no matter how small. they will stop and smell the flowers that come
I'll flip albums and won't care if them bitches flopping
Everything I drop is water they pick it up like they mopping
And it pays like crime, remains my
acknowledge it
Flow is crazy I'm saucing
Flying by on a rope swing
Wind blowing you talking but I don't see no walking
You crazy boy
You aint making noise
I be
of ascension
(Give one album, on album I’ll show them what $hanti is about yo)
Orion wars are back Orion is back"
What is this place?
I’ve been here before
You
a mock gun
My first album still slugging like it came with a shotgun
Girls love to talk about my ILL MIND Like HOP-Sin
5 albums Just starting best believe
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