Lyrics:
In life sometimes we dealing with these bumpy roads
Dirty bitches fucking clones
It is what it is holmes
Couldn’t derail the train, now we moving on
RC
American of me?
There's a scarcity of free thinkers (yeah)
It's all group thoughts (sheep)
That's what they think (yeah)
That's not what you thought
were you
When I was in that waiting room I thought my father was dying
But it was like a small thing to a giant
I guess it pays to be defiant nowadays
mizzable den it awready are, since dis batch be resigned to render him immortal! we does not know if it gwine woik yet, but we kin al
Hope fo' de best!
don't you do it again
He travelled round the world in a rock-n-roll band
He stood there like a giant with a guitar in his hand
Everybody danced
it, why don't you do it again
He traveled round the world in a rock-n-roll band
He stood there like a giant with a guitar in his hand
Everybody
And I’ma put a stop to it
Such awfulness, it even bothers optimists who thought of it
Y’all get ripped like men in muscle mags
Talkin’ shit, I got something
We call it coincidence
We call it luck
We call it anything but what it is
The hand of God
Or good, activated by our own hand
When we act on behalf
in the comfy chair
And you're the man gonna get us there!
I don't know, Lenin couldn't do it
I don't know, Stalin couldn't do it
Now they
And tell us it was an exercise of will
He wouldn't move until he was sure we could realize our desires
Because this wasn't about him, no, it was about
didn't think we'd be this rich...
CINDERELLA'S PRINCE
Not a conceivable objection...
BAKER & WIFE
I never thought we'd have a baby...
CINDERELLA,
promise I'ma "keep moving"
If they don't, "we do it"
The best (Hip Hop)
I swear to give you nothing less
Nothing less
Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again
Lo'
Sit back and sip Moë as I'm count my dough
Grand Puba Maxwell, Doogie, comin' with the New York
We keep it real like jail when we mic talk
Lo'
Sit back and sip Moë as I'm count my dough
Grand Puba Maxwell, Doogie, comin' with the New York
We keep it real like jail when we mic talk
it's so cold outside
just the lonely leave their homes
a gust of wind came by
and filtered my mind
don't have to turn the heat on
thoughts of you
b4 the clock
I'm on CP time
Runnin from the Rokk
U gone waist yo time
Ready fa it or not
Dat ass is mine
Eraser for them haters
Who thought that we
thoughts till we was thinkin' the same
Calm ya nerves, massage ya brain
Each mic is a mineral, poetry's protein
Verse is a vitamin - Affects like Codine
betcha I though I would pack it in
Since I got dissed on MTV for dear slim
Aw, man why'd y'all play me?
TRL, you drive me crazy!
Now everybody really
out, when we do we bust the four-five
Cause shells coming back at us while we jump in the ride
Flying, ducking, our bitches in the club clucking
wrong
You thought wrong
You thought
Thought I forgot how to run up a check
You thought
Didn't know im blessed with finesse
You thought
You gotta do better
glance
Ah, miss
Soon we'll be, soon we'll be gone
And sailing the seas
And happily, happily wed in France
And we'll sail the world
And see its
doing couldn't do it inside a life span
Henny shots in the rolls
We unlocked all the codes
Penthouse in Loews
From amateurs to the pros
When you getting
world can get
Keep it real can’t do no counterfeits
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Pick a target bet my n****s slide
Go against me that would be ill advised
We
gentle nature would be what guided me to success
And it did
And I was happy
And it did
And I fell in love
And I did
And we were perfect
And then it didn't
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