Lyrics:
and it's looking oh so sweet
Tinted windows and I'm rolling down high street
We them boys no, no, no, no, not backstreet
This the life make it count no
UNION SQUARE
By Tom Waits (1985 Jalma Music, ASCAP)
Well, time is always money,
For the boys on Union Square.
You can bust your ass 'till
got mail on that AOL
And Backstreet and NSYNC on TRL damn
MSN messenger got me reminiscing
I made a lot of phone calls corded phone kitchen
Buddy list
your city with this backstreet ease
I swear sometimes I feel like the last MC
The most valuable, I told em I'd be MVP
The least malleable, molded by
to hunt me down
And you know its my boy DJ once them drums go down (okay)
We're gunna be in here working til the sun goes down (okay)
And I'm frontline in
heat
So come on get at me, or keep pursuing that act
Cause I know what the facts be, you a front man from backstreet boy
My backup singers back me up,
Just another body in the backstreet
Oh, you really wanna die by suicide
Blow your brain off just like some dynamite
I can't even see no light when it's
your city with this backstreet ease
I swear sometimes I feel like the last MC
The most valuable, I told em I'd be MVP
The least malleable, molded by
to go by Dee
Yo walk with feds, they usually down my street
Sho cross the states and I know he not fine with me
Pull in the trap and he shooting at nine
Yeah
She told me she wish this the last thing
I told her I ain't care bout that
I told her I'd make a family yeah
Caught in the backstreets with
will be in stores now
or in stores right after this or sometime close around this
Go get the project pat album that's in stores right now
Cooked by
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (I'm a bad boy)
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about
Zaciskam na micu pięści uwalniam trochę tej bestii bo
Chcę zniszczyć MC te śmieszki są tak jak Backstreet Boys
Bronię lecą teksty a trupów sterty to (mad
Joosie en Stransky skop en druk op die gras
Tot ‘n venster breek amper elke week
Ek moes skool sokkie op ‘n Donderdag aand
Dans op Backstreet Boys met my
greaze but I bet that's fake
Dem boy dere never dropped no heat
Therefore, I will not check man's tape
Kick a man's face like Ong-Bak
Blacked-out
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
nigga Boo in this bitch
My nigga hot boy album, ya'know what I mean?
500 Degreez
They all ridin' with ya boy
Fi-Fi
They gotta feel me
Birdman
your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
Taylor's in that stash
By that 7-45 beamer
And the way you give back shots
Like Venus and Serena
Have a nigga on stage gangsta leanin', oooh
If ever you
first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P
met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P A on the map
album like a bird in a corner store
Keep it real boy
Trill got the good dope!
See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe
About an ounce of that good dolja
We
Used to think I'd never make it
I was always so quiet making music in that basement
But I just dropped an album and I'm feelin kinda good
Yeah,
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