Lyrics:
Patrick simmons
Layin' back and sittin' in the sunshine
Hot wind, I drink me little wine
Straw hat down across my eyes
Lettin' the world go by
You wanted power and you begged for fame
You wanted everything the easy way
You wanted gain
Without pain
Now your bill is in the mail
You got
full of stab wounds
You in a trance, I'm back doin' my dance, ooh
But they're afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair
And make her wear a bathin'
All I do is mind my business
You be tryna find the bitches
Only thing that's on my mind is
Money and the oppositions
I Made a wish
Prayed
And made
right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-double G
Hey girl, what's your name? You wanna go
drew you like the sun
Did you notice how I looked at you, as a clean and noble one
Sarah
After I met you I realized more of who I want to be
By just
Shawty snap
Ah ho yea
Snap ya fingaz do ya step you can do it by yaself
Play pal what up
Excuse me but this
Verse has not been russel simmons
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
I forget how the West was won
I forget if this was ever fun
I just learned these people only raise you to cage you
Sarahs and Hannahs in their
Come on Sarah
For you you said
Leave me alone
So what did I have
I died for
Try to understand
I did it all I wanted you
Sarah Lou
But you
know we know we know we wreck shop
I kick a wicked rhyme, what more can I tell ya
You're quick to pick and find a hardcore record seller
I paved
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash box, five sixty State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries
Cruisin' down eighth
remorse
Lil shawty wanna have more
U should try fuckin wit the source
U should try fuckin wit wit the pay pay gang
Bust dwn rollie no more plain Jane
slomo
I'm a Gucci you a Polo
Live by yolo riding solo
I'm a Hershey you a Rolo
Kill you off like hematoma
In the Jenny coupe and we eating calamari
come back for you
Bitch, I had to bag now, I got more than two
But I ain't fucked up as bad as you
One day, I'll come back, yeah, I'll come back for you
what I might even do with it
That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw
Maybe you hit it
Aww man, I'm more concerned why
what I might even do with it
That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw
Maybe you hit it
Aww man, I'm more concerned why
STEP BY STEP
VERSE
Moesha:
Where to start with a tour?
How to show our world in all its worth?
I want you to be amazed, but not so overwhelmed it
wanted was Snoopy)
That's right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-Double G
Hey girl, what's
I forget how the West was won
I forget if this was ever fun
I just learned these people only raise you to cage you
Sarahs and Hannahs in their
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
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