Lyrics:
Nigga, uh, uh, uh
Put a bitch on a bitch and a bitch on a strip
Extra chips with the dip, extra clips for the stick
They my sons, Joe Jackson, come
see the glow now they acting like they know wasn’t messing with the kids call me back after the show never been the average joe swear this life is all i
feel like a beginner after 10,000 hours of practice?
Somebody please find Ja Rule so I can make sense of all this
When did the littlest things become
[Talking]
As I blaze, can't help but think about my little nephew
My young nigga, Joe Roc, and all the little niggaz
Walkin' the bloody trail,
The fifth principle is imagination
The imagination is literally workshop
where in are fashioned all plans created by man
the impulse, the desire is
heard the best from me
So remember one thing
Aiyo, it ain't no thing but a chicken wing
Yeah, so sit back, and listen to the chit-chat
Sweet
Little ciroc with the henny im gone
I met your girl and she gave me her thong
I see my people surrounded by fakes
Thats why im taking shots in every
mission
Now things start to go right
Just don't get over complacent
Humble pie and some cream
For all you know
This something might not be
Just quite
things start to go right
Just don't get over complacent
Humble pie and some cream
For all you know this something might not be
Just quite what it seems
all
Hold up wait wait wait
Want the money out the gate
Talked to Dad the other day
Said I wanna get paid
He said hurry up son I'm workin workin workin
And there isn't one thing darlin'
I would not do for you
You know, I love you, see, see
I want you ride by my side
See see rider, ough, keep me satisfied
Hey man
See how it comes and goes
I get a bit tangled in it all
Hey man
I know that something is wrong in here
Cause time will tear your
Mama used to ask how am I coping
So I told her by dreaming with my
Eyes wide open
And my hearts so big
I could just let it all soak in
She said watch
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then? The instrumental ends
On stage I kill it, with a stenciled pen
It's not strange, how the whole thing went down
It's a shame, everybody want
Sometimes it's just too easy to let a gut feeling go by And you should already know that you hesitated despite of all the advice When you find a gut feeling
As a hot sticky thing with a tight derriere
Let me tell you 'bout my trip to the south of France
The women down there they never wear pants
By hook by crook
to the nation
Tatted Bob Marley face to help
Me through all my phases
This livin' life shit is startin' to
Take a hold on me
Started out with verbalizin' poetry
his clip
The only thing you devour is dick
You all lip, I took trips to places with a pound or a flip
Yeah I'm fat, but I'm proud of the shit
I like
Maybe far away
Or maybe real near by
He may be pouring her coffee
She may be straightening his tie
Maybe in a house
All hidden by a hill
She's
Below the clouds slipping past my wings
There was a fire that burned
And though the glow was a tiny thing
I felt my heart had turned
I could fly, so
[Verse 1:]
Silly games, foolish lies, all that I'm used to
But you arrived in my life and before I knew
It was a drastic change of feelings and it's
never find the time
Things are hard to finish once I start em I'd be lying
If I said that it was different but I feel like I'm behind
But I'm fine now
, I'll be on in a minute
I be all in kitchen steady whippin' random shit up
You can tell just by her lip that I just
Nutted off in the bitch drank, she
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