Lyrics:
that not how I do
You know you my baby
You know you all mine
I'll give you my minutes, my hours, my time
By baby fantastic, my baby sublime
My baby so
[Common]
Yeah, one two..
Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what?
(You say you got
PM be trapping on the late nights lately
Mad, but I can't take time off
I am not in my bag
Chasing that bread
Mad man, it is never enough
Crazy how
walk by
How I look so young and stay that fly
It's elementary
Kick the liquor when you turn dirty thirty
The rest is a secret so I
Keep it for the worthy
and storms
Did you reach out to God
And allow his grace to be enough
Did you burn out
How is that possible
Chris where do you see that see that in the gospels
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
that boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollars
weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't
standin' by the entrance
With heavy baggage, my brother's ashes
I seen tragic, I did dirt, smacked death and held it to that nigga cabbage
Love, we
would've won consecutive MVPs
If only he had stronger knees
Did you think it would be so easy to say you believe
And then you not be tested
I did so how do I
that floats, grabbing the livelines of their ships made of sope
If you start feeling blue, consult the Pigeons they will know what to do
Old Bob, he is
"hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's that Jersey representer
Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter
Word
Just do what ya feel and never follow (repeat
that one, word
Time Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin wrestlin holds
Tag team with Funk
a crown on it
and thats the mutha fuckin thanks I get, shit
and i never really realized how much i love
making music and makin you move in the club
a chance
He go 'round with a friend
That's life, look
But this the way that we do
Screaming, "Who wanna see
Me?" 'Cause, honestly, i can't see you
Start off
I'm reading this book and it said
Whatever life you wanna have
Live like you already have it
So thats what I'm about to do you know
Maybe I'm
a wormmmmmmmmmmmm!
Thing-fish:
Boy obviously got hisseff a provlum! would y'all like to use my nakkin' one mo' time?
Harry:
Oh, yes! yes! give me...your...how do you
How did that happen
Tell me how did that happen
How do you go from my boy to a hoe
Nigga how did that happen
He thought it was sweet cause he ain't
whoever you can, other than Allah to help, if you speak the truth
If then they do not answer you, know then that the revelation, this Quran, is sent down
I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say
to stay stable
Watch out for the devil, he comes after you after the revival
When will he come, what will he do, what will he say?
That's all a mystery,
to five
I got my kids up fucking private school swell man
Do you know how much weed I got to sell to send one of them to school
Like like you know posh
and yell out "Jigga"
Yeah, that's what we would yell out, yell out
You know my name? do I gotta spell it out? or tell 'bout?
JOS and H. so "Hi", and how did
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