Lyrics:
right by my side and never leave
She supposed to have my son, I was trying to plant the seed
She supposed to be in my arms at night when I was sleep
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
even remember laughing bout it when I walked up the stairs
They setting me up, they tripping, who they think that they kidding
Till I seen my mother
minute one minute
Aww come on sis
Chorus:
Shugah Shorty why you backin up got a nigga out here iggy actin up
Shugah Shorty why
Written & composed by AGBO ADEKA SAVE KNOWN AS OCEANWAVE
Owner WORLD RECORD ENTERTERTAINME/WORLD RECORD ENTERTAINMENT CEO OCEANWAVE
just stormy weather
Oh y'all should know by now
I can't fall for nothing
Oh god I stand my ground
Momma told me something
Son why you so far down
Commas
basically suck" - his mother said "My son wanna rhyme!"
I'm like "Ma'am - I don't agree with that decision
Nothin' against him - but if he step I got to diss
To the mother of my enemy, I just killed your son
He died with his face to the sky and it can not be undone
He didn't die hard, in the end he just
In case these the niggas don't play by the rules
I can remember when I was just wishin' a thirty cent flipper we stood on the block
Grabbin' it hard
the place of the Nativity
By St Helene mother of Constantine
The Emperor of Rome
In the third and the fourth century
Just a few feet away from this
Place
the voice
What was it like the second after
Did he speak on the walk down Moriah
What did he say
Did you run tell your mother
Your beautiful mother
Who was
healed
My eyes on the Son
Lord, Your will be done
Thine is the Kingdom (yeah)
The power, the glory (yeah)
Forever and ever (yeah)
He finished my
with the malis and we ridin son
Not a pimp but i pimpin rides for the better one
Two, we bun them flowers in the groups of three
Call me stoner, call me
Don't tell me what I can't do
Don't tell me it can't be done
I was born the top gun no staircase to
Paradise brainwashed by these parasites you act
and again and again
Until these mother fuckers understand!
Oh fuck this shit is so messed up
All we hear about is hate when we're surrounded by love
Oh fuck
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
the pain
I just hold back when it comes to love I run away
And I'm just tempted by drugs i plot to fade
Maybe I'm just tripping talking bad on my mother
and I won't creep on you (I won't)
And when we go buy watches we gon' buy 'em by the two, Rollies
Wait till I (ooh)
Wait till I jump in my bag (oh)
Scott Larock jr. my pride and joy
KRS-One
His mother's first son
And no he can never run
Scott Larock
Scott Larock
tripping as fuck
I have two lemons a day
Me I'm just trying to find
A way to make it till
Twenty one I pray but
Then I met my girl after
Five minutes I love
fortified the flow is a brick,
God hammer when she pivot the dick
Enchanted by thee, this some magical shit
Can't explain, but I'm destined to win
Ain't no
the shelter of what I've got
Can't be disheveled by my own thoughts
I'm more level headed when I sober up
[Verse 2]
My soon wife to be, I love her dearly
I
to heal the pain I’d buy a bunch of cars
And it stopped it for a minute but it came back worse
I swear this has to be the devil that’s leavin’ a curse
I
born of two hippies you had to know that was creeping up
The son of a drummer
You had the nerve be stunned when the boy grew up
To love a genre that was
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