Lyrics:
(blinded by the light)
Because it's blurred by the V’s, I was driven
I also was distracted by head she was giving
(she kept playing) it made us wonder
It was
It's so good it got me askin' when that bubble gonna pop
She alighted from her throne
To light my life up my left brain told by right
It's okay, she
beat on my chest like I'm Kong
I use be driving a civic but now I'm just switching up lanes in a sport
I Never was good at math, but I calculate money
'cept get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!
'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n
like a kite, it wouldn't cost a price
And even if it did it always be right, just like I'm Bob Barker
When I speak, pay attention, go over my words
they really junkies
Who y'all niggas think y'all fooling
Cooling with your bitch by the pool and getting my loot fuck y'all doing
We sitting at the top
Every stone a story, like a rosary
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Man In the Long Black Coat
Bob Dylan
none random
Dem wi get run down
Doh get gun down
Gal come Mek mi cocky drown
Come make the don proud
Fuck good yuh get a bust down
Six in the morning
(nah)
Running through ink like I'm tattooing (yeah)
This is music to be murdered by, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is
(nah)
Running through ink like I'm tattooing (yeah)
This is music to be murdered by, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is
purple label without the horse
I hustle when the number's low, I scam when I got the sauce
I'm good by myself, cause most of the time I've been alone
Get
Its some shit that I did by myself
All alone and nobody cared
Going up and they can't accept
That nigga gone be a star
When he get on that beat its
his future wife by the name of Freeda
They had four kids and parted for the same reasons
Again sports had the goat too often leaving
He played his last
Girl I dunno the guy
Who left the tear in your eye
But he dunno what he had now you're
Sittin' at the bar by yourself
Sippin' that top shelf looking
don't say good luck
You say don't give up
It's the fire
Inside you
Let it burn
Yeah, and if I'm ever at the crossroads
And start feeling mixed
Damn, this is for all my women thats been going through the struggle
On welfare, living the rough life
It's gonna be alright
That's right
This is
NICKATINA
I'm Serious, like Steady be
I dip a Cadillac like Freddy be
I talk to these ladies like Schooly D
Cause I can't have these ladies foolin'
definitely be sorry
'Cause you treat your man the wrong way-ay-ay-ay
Play your fiddle Carl, yeah, ah-ah
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah
with hoes, nigga, get you one
If player-hatin' was a sport you would be number one
If that pussy good it's gon' sell itself
If that dope A1 then
[Chorus: x2]
Hey this is no lie
Me and my n****s gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
You see Biggie be like
cash be always stacking
Treat my screen like a shield
Always cracking, need some heals
What's good, what's bad
Took damage to the fall
Did Geo get
bro’s
Me and my
Flood the scene
3000 Degrees, yeah
Outkast when i drop these BOB’s
Yeah
SOB’s
Don’t forget to breathe
AMG
Microphone fiends, yeah
Aye
I
dunks
Let our balls show to be a good sport
If your offended that's your problem
You shouldn't have been looking at my swag ass shorts
I don't blame you
all in a daze
With the wild funk blaze
Good grief
One time for your mind now, as I have to climb now
Step by step now, where your rap now
I kick
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