Lyrics:
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still a hater
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
had a lick of sense
Pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres
In the lower forty I've got to plow"
Mama said it was shame
About Billy Joe
Lam`ere lam`ere lam`ere my mama
Lam`ere lam`ere lam`ere my mama
Your the angle from the heaven to say I`m given
By your love, by your pain to say I`m so
news this morning from Choctaw Ridge
Today, Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
Papa said to Mama, as he passed around
had a Zodiac sign
Yo I swear it'd be a Pisces yeah
Tryna have a twitter beef about it
Oh know but there's one thing
That i Know somebody free Papa Joe
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
to spank me (mama)
My youngster shot somebody up, guess they made him angry
Two dead men right by the garbage, guess we done left 'em stankin' (yeah)
bored HUSTLE
My Man Goffrey Joe, still stop and go
Get a glock and blow if I yell Da da Doe
Is you Raba (NO) Even mama know
I'm the shit but shit
the blizzard, expressing all of my feelings
Pause, never took me serious, naw, mama never wanna listen
Stomach hurting my pockets empty how dare a nigga wanna
Can't lose it all for somebody who don't care about you
My mama always told me about that water
And I said, "Okay ma, I'm just gon' put my feet in"
the devil
This Pain & Glory
Now you witnessed the birth of a rebel
Converse on a level never seen
By a person who settles for the blind truth
I was sellin'
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Mic check, mic check
One two, one two
New Joe Budden!
Uhh
Please somebody help my soul
Please somebody help my soul
Please somebody help my soul
a Beezone
Lil' mama take care of me
You can rest assured, Chachirelli really take care of you
I can be your provider, soul mate, confider mental health
from us
Somebody's Mother - Like my mama
Someone's little girl - If you touch her Blue
Then it's all over
Somebody's sister - You better leave that
can't get you, we make sure that somebody dead around him
Love lil' bro to death, I still can't take one out the head around 'em
Don't ask me 'bout no
to lie
I know that you like somebody else but I can solve this
Let me put my hat on like I'm joe in my disguise yeah
Don't you know I'll do whatever for
Somebody Go Tell My Mama
(Somebody Go Tell My Mama) That Her
Son Can Fck A Bad Btch
And He Look Like His Daddy On The
Cool He Glad You Had Him
For Them 9
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes
Y'all' "
(Starin' at the world through my rearview)
("Somebody in the house say YEAH!")
"I grabbed
Grabbin' my crotch and walkin' awkward
Somethin' pop off
Then I have somethin' to spark with
By the bus stop like man
I wish somebody'd push me
I'mma let
of staying neutral and discrete
My momma said you're judged by the company you keep
But what you can consider, that if it goes down
They'll kill you if you
bustin' slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga westside
[Verse 3: Nas]
Game got at me about
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