Lyrics:
the major of the paper chase
Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go
nigga
Now I got to change, you ain't got nothin' to do with me
I'm goin' to Hell, nigga
My baby mama don't fuck with me no more
Can't my thug with
could be yours tomorrow
Remember the tables can turn
You can't judge a book, a book by its cover
And that's a lesson we all can learn
One more day
'Chevro way' the wind blow, that's the corner we been Joe
Don't know where you been bro, but it's no quiz to me, you win though
When it's ten fo', good,
, more"
In the midnight hour babe - "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell - "more, more, more"
More, more, more
She don't like slavery, she won't sit
You don't play around with me no more
You don't play around with me no more no yeah
You don't play around with me no more no no no no no no no
You
when I'm really at home and it seems
That you don't know me no more
You think I'm alone when everyone is around,
You think I'm home but I'm really
don’t wanna try no more
Don’t wanna fight more
Don’t wanna make it right no more
Just let me walk out the door
I can see through you
I thought I knew
I'm surprised to see your suitcase at the door
(I'm surprised, surprised)
Remember the good times
Don't you want some more? (Don't you want it?)
to relate to people that
Haven’t related to me yet, not because I’m
You know
Don’t love the fans I have but I think
It’s important you know to grab somebody
Don't let your life go sour over power
(Chorus)
Hustlin's like a drug, it's addicting
The more you hustle, the more you get addicted
The longer you
, more
In the midnight hour, babe -- more, more, more
With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more
More, more, more
She don't like slavery, she won't sit
Don’t wanna be confined no more
So you can shut the fuck up, mind your business
Shut the fuck up, mind your business
Shut the fuck up, mind your
In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more
With a rebel yell, more, more, more
More, more, more
She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
stood by me
You didn't play me, you didn't doubt me
Think you want some more
I truly believe that
If it wasn't all for you
I don't know what I would
advice and passed her by
(well) years have passed and don't look
Like love's gonna give me a second try
Girl, the look on your face
Tells me you understand
by day
Day by day
If you leave me it's just me and my bruddas
You ain't on the team but wanna listen in on the huddles
It don't work like that
(Oh nah)
don't trust no more, yeah I know
Yeah you lying ho, I don't trust no more
Outta love, I ain't got no love
I don't cry no more, hit the blow
Pour me
I got you next to me
Loving your style
Loving your vibe
Energy so, so real
Now that you're mine
I don't want
You to leave
Tell me please
Can I come by
choice and now you know what's coming
Pack your things and don't come back no more no more
Don't come back
Produced by Sly Dunbar for TAXI
your things and don't come back no more no more
Don't come back
Me can't believe a you say so
Nothing couldn't go so
Me no do you nothing
How you want me
you here by me because
In the midnight hour she cried, more, more and more
With a rebel yell she cried, more, more, more
In the midnight hour, babe,
Pills and bottles on the floor
Empi Dreaming let it pour
She don't fuck with me no more
She don't fuck with me no more
Twenty cases by the door
Ten
as a time of heartbreak and distress
Remember me, remember me, cause I'll be with you in your dream, ohh,ohh
Don't cry I'm with you don't cry I'm by your side
.JPG/222px-Arve_Moen_Bergset_med_Oslo_Filharmonien_(cropped).JPG "Arve Moen Bergset")
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