Lyrics:
your lady
I’m not trying to be somebody’s baby
I’m just taking my time to have a little fun, so…
Chorus
Can I be a flirt tonight?
Wanna play with me
I'm spiraling downer and downer, taking downer after downer
Dosage increased by three after the day that I found her
I'm spinnin' rounder
door three times and have your money
Or get to steppin' like Kappas stompin', I'll slap a junkie
I'm having lunch with Italian Sonny, don't ask
[Female: Hmm, I see, so you're rather violent ?]
Sometimes
[Female: Ok, what would be the situation when you so-called "gank"
somebody ?]
Verse Two:
Wait...
[Female: Hmm, I see, so you're rather violent ?]
Sometimes
[Female: Ok, what would be the situation when you so-called "gank"
somebody ?]
Verse Two:
Wait...
raise this generation
My respect to the mother's that be holdin' it down
But it sure would be nice to have my daddy around
[Verse 1:]
All I need is
lemme close the door
Don't be comin to this muthafucka knockin
Lookin for some action
I'ma tell you right now what's happenin
Nigga it's our time and hell
down for cheddar homie we in it Unbothered by the speed limit
Real rap I don't need gimmicks Gotta re-script it
Gotta divvy it up and then re-dish it
the hay needs savin'
But it's hard to love somebody
That you're not in touch with daily
So I'm looking for somebody new
Tonight down at the Céili
the whiskey from the floor
Booze, booze the firemen cried
As they come a knockin' at the door
Well don't let em in till it's all lapped up
Somebody shouted,
"I know I've seen that face before", Big Jim was thinkin' to himself
"Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf"
But then the crowd
hold
A year passes by and Francis the Bruce, visits with his acoustic guitar
The year after that, a colour set; times worthy of B, G and R
Mull
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
(Ah yeah, oh no, the train, the train)
(Every two or three years the train kills somebody)
(Every two, three years, yup)
(Everyone knows about
styles across the frees
Taking my spot is a never could be
Making rhymes faster than Linford Christie
Time is up, time for me to leave
Shut the door after
and papas
California dreamin' on em
Gimme Morri-some of those doors with no needles on em
Thank god we found you Neville luckily we're three doors down
My
on fools like Pancho Villa
Bam, see ya
Wouldn't want to be ya
Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa
Kid Frost held up the three o'clock train
Smoked
why I have come to find a reason
But there cannot be a reason, not for death
Not like this, not like this
Three days later they made funeral plans,
(Did somebody say, Just Eat?)
Somebody just did
The D-O double G be feelin' festive
Got Santa and his elves
Working 'round the clock
Holidays are
life, get right
Start livin' like Christ, 'til the end of my fight
I'ma be defending my strife
Til somebody come and shut off my lights, I ain't never
about when You sing chords
I just wanna go, Rand, seriously
I don't wanna be caught up in Your Music
I don't want to be identified by You
I don't want
drama that's why it starts with ER
(I'm Hot) I'm by far the best stop the racket
I'm a master with a mic and green jacket
They can be the traffic write
No one will never know, what happen behind the door
I like it fast or slow, a freaky b**** fo sho
Street life is all I know, hustlin and stackin
鮮やかに fall'n yeah
Magic, can you imagine?
So get along with me, get along with you, my soul
Be somebody now, be somebody now
Take a walk down
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