Lyrics:
meanin' of a ghostwriter
Ten Gs'll take your daughter out of Air Forces
Believe you me homie, I know all about losses
I'm from Compton, wear the wrong
rehab with this kid named Oscar
who got stung by a bee right on the lip and we couldn't
even talk to each other until the fifth week because both
our lips
dressed, I wanna go out, can you tell me where the spot is)
Well we're partying all night, and everybody is having a good time
(I wanna get nice, I wanna
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
you you
You you… yeah for you
Oh for you
One day
Two shots
You'll find
What I'm not
But who cares
How we compare
How I live or let go, let go
Cause I
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
Kenny Parker on the
mix!
[Special K]
Yes yes I'm Special K
On New York's Two show on WBDP
This is the brand new one by KRS-One
we both going somewhere?
Step right up young lady -- Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not
Senile
And we see the symptoms there in your
I step off of my soapbox
But, to the listener, this one's for you
If we ain't never met: nice to meet you, I'm Q
All my friends call me "Mitch",
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
because of you
You make me feel brand new
I sing this all for you
You make me feel brand new
It's all because of you
Ain't it better if we laughing
on the wall and I'm still dope
I'm just trying to show the people that there's still hope
You buy a album and we serve up a meal bro
The label's like "That's
yet?
Baby you be makin' my poor heart pound
Every time you
Turn me all around
Hear my heart pound
You got it goin' on
That's why I sing this song
and say "Hi, I’m Kevin
You’re a genius and I’m a genius too
Why don’t we get together and make some music?
Why don’t we sing about our lives and trade
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million mcs
I try to tell them
We're all in this
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
Factory
Yeah, so the stepping game we played then
Is the same game we gonna play right now
Are y'all ready?
C'mon one, two, three sing
Step,
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
Put out two or three albums and go platinum nigga? Damn
Mmm, man I'm not listenin' to you
I love R & B, this is what I do
R & B's the reason that
About a maid I'll sing a song
Sing rickety-tickety-tin
About a maid I'll sing a song
Who didn't have her family long
Not only did she do them
We are bringing to you a brand new vibe
Join me please let's meet and greet her at
This time, the fabulous, the one and only
Meagan Good, Mary Tyler
3-5-6-2-1-6-2-4-7
Aye
Wanted to be wanted, how I'm haunted by rejection
Walking through the valley, know I'm tryna get my steps in
Exercise my faith
make it
But you still held your ground and came up out that basement
In the memory of those that we lost, it's deicated
We miss y'all, uh-huh, yeah-hea
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