Lyrics:
talk, just hit my line
You was like my best friend growing up, yeah, I promise we'll be fine
And God said, keep your friends close, but your opposition's
Betty bye to you other guys, you ain't getting on my level here
Step aside when I'm getting mines, I won't let it slide
See, well aware
Oh my god, hit
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
Now we're gonna play a song now
Uh This song is from an album called One Size
Fit's All well I'm surprised you people
Have heard of it didn't sell
right
The guy who wrote it, yo, his album dropped last night
My pockets on Slim Fast and Jenny Craig
The same clubs and restaurants that kept me well
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,
Cause if you ain't yourself you end up by your freaking self
I'm coming rugged with the Linden Boule type of slang
And yo, we'll see who can hang yo
Man I feel like master P
Tank chain corn rows and shit
Man I feel Hector "El Father" rapping with
Jay Z
Rompediscotecas had that album in my
go, thankful to Jesus now watch this Mary go
Cold wit this shit but I'm from Arkansas not Toronto
I hang out wit gangstas and I shouldn't they packin
and his collaborations with other artists. He has released several successful albums and has had numerous hits on the Billboard charts.
Benjamin Franklin
in 550's
Album on the way, sorry for the wait
Plates Short 8, plug say, "sorry for the weight"
Momma pray Hail Mary full of grace
I'm in the field like
n****s scared (scared)
I wanna thank god for blessin' me
To hit you wit this recipe
Yeah you got more bread than me
B**** but I know you scared
Ai yi yi my dreads, I think I'm toxic
Well yo I'm cuckoo but not for Cocoa, some say I'm loco
Fuck around and catch a cap like Mary Buttafuoco
So
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
of eighty-thousand feet
Now, one more rule durin' launch time
Yo please observe the no smokin' signs
We'll hit warp speed, travel fast through a time port
Then,
on
Tuck it by the waist like thick bitches putting a skirt on
Oh, ima country ass thug ass nxgga
It is what it is fuck what it was ass nxgga
Raised
off these n*****
When they try to play the kid
Another hit song being sang by his kid
Don't mean to bring the children into it
But since you spoke
they take the album
Take it home and start sweating
Why? Well, it's simple
To them it's kind of vital
To take KRS-One's title
To them I'm like an idol,
you know we here to win, I might take your bitch and Might as well go make a demon kid
Brodie is a clown, it's like he got made up by Stephen King, ay,
[Lil' Kim]
.. My Aunt Dot
left a glock and some blood on my sheets
Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets
Even though I'm her niece,
Cassidy
Album :
Submitted by : Daniella Roman ~*A.k.A Bubbles*~
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Rated : 6.3 (3 votes)
INTRO
R.Kelly:
Ladies and gentlemen, you are
the dominant
Your honor this, cut your mic, I'm in control of all of this
Welcome to the 2nd album where we find ourselves surrounded
By some people venomous
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course, they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
a technical foul
A technical foul
If you touch the thermostat
You'll get hit with a bat
'Cause that's a technical foul
(You will feel my wrath)
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