Lyrics:
All good things got to come to an end
The thrills have to fade
Before they come 'round again
The bills will be paid
And the pleasure will mend
All
It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood
Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
Come on man, until you dudes can write
Third, you caught me with your date
That was no mistake
Good things come to those who wait
So if you waitin' on them 'Tics, huh
They gon' be late
In your
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
over it
No sober shit (?)
Y'all ho told me come over here
So guess what nigga it's over with
And it's over with
Fresh out the wave pool, my niggas
to lose
All of you niggas, I know you gon' lie
Fuck with my brodie, he doin' some time
Putting a lot of myself on the line
I had to do anything to get by
getting it twisted
Cause it ain't all good
They know I come from the ghetto eh….na na na
The ghetto eh na na na the ghe
You know I come from the ghe
So say
can take you there
I can make sure you've got all the finest things
Let me be your manager
Come here, girl, I could see you bored
Turn you
didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am
can take you there
I can make sure you've got all the finest things
Let me be your manager
Come here, girl, I could see you bored
Turn you
Song
Does every good thing come to an end?
Can I hold on without being held back?
Why does it feel like I'm losing good things?
cll those good
a and bawl
Tell you all about mi thing and she say: "Walking tool"
Lord, do when she a take the yard
And hm now all and the gal no stop (Ha)
Lord, when
I'm number one, I never been number two
Bad little bitch, remind me of Betty boop
Designer shoes she's sucking all in the coop
She got a thing for
besides rappin'
Only thing I did good was scrappin', until the end of time
So take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
Niggas come through
I got them bitches on the CD
They gon' watch me like we on the DVD
I don't give a fuck man, you see me on the TV
And I'm all up in
They call me Young Gudda,
I'm all about the doe still,
And anybody in my way, Roadkill,
Everything my hands touch turn to gold,
Money, Knots
They call me Young Gudda
I'm all about the doe still
And anybody in my way, Roadkill
Everything my hands touch turn to gold
Money, Knots and Jewels
to all by His knowledge, ready to answer
They said, O Sali, you have been amongst us as a figure of good hope, and we wished for you to be our chief
Till
And Nelly and Missy and Jigga
God damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracy
Against fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't
And Nelly and Missy and Jigga
God damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracy
Against fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't
thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste
harmed by
What I've said? What moral defection
Have I suggested? No, i
Don't want to chicken out now come on, pal
The clock's running
All right, then
his opinion
Next thing you know, the record was spinning
That was a good look
It set the coast on fire
Niggas in Garden projects presents Watts Riot
someway to give a whack review
It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood
Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
Come on man,
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