Lyrics:
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
something go down
5-0 around you still around
Ever since I was younger
Kinda always had a hunger
For a fairy tale friend
Kinda like your brother
Everytime I
freaked on preakness
I've never met a girl that likes to drink with horses
and knows her Chinese ballet
I must admit you smell like fruity nuts and good
dope, eyes low
Bitches think I'm Chinese
Gassrunna that's my brother, stick Together Simese
Never ran from nobody
You niggas don't put fear in me
You
To refrain from
Watching games
Until this black brother
Got employed by another team
This scheme would change the game
What if
Five million brothers
All across
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
raised in a lower middle class family with only one
brother Michael whom I love dearly.
He was five years my senior.
My father's nickname was Red which I
Kid Ice, the ladies' fire
When I enter a room, ladies fill we desire
Anytime I'm good, yes on the mic
I said the girls keep comin back every night
the fence
Coach hit the bench
Both teams lose
Good game, good game
Granny yelling go Cubs, Cubs ain't playing
My little brother is a funny dude
A lot
brother peace to my enemies
Fuck all them punk bitches that wanna limit me
I know they all scared because none of them near me
My value is verified by
Crazy to think that twenty years with you is all I'd have
Time flew by fast, I'd rewind if I could
If I could look God in the face and ask him why then I
Radio plays a song all night
Miami's just a five hour flight
Didn't you say you don't like what you're doing?
You know, last night I was on TV
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Is bitches too!
I knew this brother named Mitch
Stone player
He meet a girl, in five min. he lay her
Trucked crazy jewels
Hands smothered in ice
Been
more time before my brother got shot
Before my brother got shot
I'll prolly be good right now
Said I'll prolly be good right now
I done been through all
town for just one night
Word
Do it
1, 2, 3, 4, 4
5, 6, do it, do it
We're, we're, we're here
We're back, back, back, back
Back
Back
Back
...
Have any of you ever been to Africa,
Back to the motherland? It's somethin'
All these lovely brothers and sisters
The subject at hand is about
ROOM
SCENE OPENS WITH KID RAPPING HORRIBLY.
CARLY: AND I WAS WRONG.
SCENE FIVE — CARLY'S APARTMENT AT NIGHT
SCENE OPENS WITH CARLY AND SAM SLEEPING
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
that's cool cause I'ma be hittin' sideways
She wanna ride me all night like subways
Flight landed Friday I'm out by Saturday
You know what that mean I'm
I need)
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (all I need, all I need)
I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes
bill?
Well the time went by and he did his best and all could see he did not jest.
He practiced calling bids both night and day
Till his pappy found
you don't work
You can't eat
If you don't work
You can't eat
Get hip to yourself, good God, my brother, and get it from the street
If you don't
more it’s the city by the beach
Because we party till we party no more
It’s the city by the beach central coast stand up my brother
Party till we party
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