Lyrics:
the surface where they surf
This is where I lay it down like a bird givin birth
So call me Lu the giant's goose or just, Faberge paint
Til I'm called back
givin' up too much cock and givin' up too much ass
Nah, nah, nah, you ain't gettin' me like that (nah, bitch)
Soopafly ain't even called the bitch back
way, nigga)
Ain't a damn thing change, but the money my G
Still chuckin' up peace, hangin' out with the Ps (woah)
And I never gave a fuck about a dumb
Interlude 5 lyrics: Lauryn Hill MTV Unplugged 2.0
You all doin' alright? You ok? I'm not screamin at ya, I'm just askin you a question. y'all givin
in the Rover
I feel so lucky, I found me a clover
One in a milli, I know it ain't over
We lock eyes
Is it first love at sight, then you walk by
I'm
and close your eyes when I hit it
You're screamin with fear but it's with fear that you're screamin
you're wakin up in a sweat coz Ren is givin bad dreams
goes on
No matter what they say or do, I ain't never givin' up on you
I won't doubt ya baby, won't doubt ya baby
And no matter I'ma keep it true,
Please don't tell me how you miss me
When you ain't call me up when I was by myself
I think it's funny how they hit me now
Givin advice like I could use
On any given goal to slide, nigga
Minus the slip checkin' niggas outta line
Like it ain't nothin' to skip
Step in my section trying to flex
And end up
is hard, never give up
Baby, don't cry
Forget him, girl, (forget him, girl) he ain't gon' never change
I ain't no hater, but that nigga lost in
pickin' 'em up
Stick in the mud
Smoke on some bud
Givin' no fucks
Yeah I'm all inclined to the interesting stuff
My homies rockin to the beat and they
more
Ain't no lookin back, letting everything go
When I see a problem, when it get tough
I don't get soft, man, I ain't givin' up
There ain't turnin'
would've thought you was a phony
You was poppin' all that shit, spreadin' rumors like a bitch
You ain't even a man, you was a snitch
Heard you givin' out
tried listening
And, no, it's not fair
What you're askin' of me
You said I was givin' up right as you were showin' up
I can take a little, but you
Put you in position to be winnin
Feed yo mama and yo children Nigga
And yo siblings
Von in this bitch man
Said I ain't even gon lie
You mah type
going down
'Til the sun comes up
Ain't givin' in
'Til they get enough
Going 'round the world
In a pickup truck
Ain't goin' down
'Til the sun comes
on the money and off by a mile
Ahead of my time and way out of style
But I'm hangin' tough, I ain't had enough
I ain't givin' up on life or love
Well I try
the sky
Change the race by reason, and ashes just the wind
The left is so our we're breathin', keep ourself from givin' in
Love and hatred, home is
the stick by the door of this kitchen
Murder rate up to the top of the ceiling
I got that love for the racks when they skinny
Mind your bidness (your
pray I don't throw up
Party all night, ain't no givin up
Too many drugs, I just hope I don't wake up in a coma
Pour the lean up, right up in that double
It don't jingle like a jingle bell
It ain't made by a bunch of elves
It don't come from the old North Pole
Can't be delivered by a Ho-Ho-Ho
And dancing cheek to cheek
Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up
Ain't givin' in 'til they get enough
Going 'round the world in a pickup truck
Ain't
shut up, cuz I know a nigga got me
Givin' me my tens, fuck a Lipton, bitch, I'm top tea
Hmm
Shit get real lethal,
When I walk by every other hoe
the countdown
I'm going to march around
Day by day I see the walls their shaking
I'm gonna march around my Jericho
Until I see the walls fall down
Ain't givin up
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