Lyrics:
Said I wouldn't be shit yea
Now look at you
DIDNT wanna be shit
Till that bitch knew that I
Made my own album
Now they like jimmy who
Can't solve all
She fell in love with the crowd and arenas
I need that real love that Martin and Gina
Nineteen forty two I sip by the liter
She fell in love with
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
I woke up out that coma 2001
'bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude,
home I'm issued
Makeshift therapy
Keep me going till I finish school
Write my feelings down
Put them in a whole album
An amalgam of issues
Most of them
home I'm issued
Makeshift therapy
Keep me going till I finish school
Write my feelings down
Put them in a whole album
An amalgam
Of issues
Most of them
Man, I'm nervous, heck boy this is my first shot
I feel like I'm coming out of my shell and it feels to hot
And maybe this is why he was so scared
(Compton, Compton, Compton)
It's the home of America's gangsta rap
The place of danger where
The, gangsta boogie, the gangsta boogie
Where
on me
Every song I drop may leave you hungry
Jimmy said he got the money coming
We gon have a problem if he bluffing
Never fear a nigga in a onesie
Hit
in the back
Like we used to
In Tacoma Blues
Gotta pick up Rony and Martin
Stop by Old Miller’s farm
See if Katie Lou's coming too
We’re taking it back
after
You get a home take care of your home
You can go back and ugh!
I'm getting courted by the bosses
The Edgars And Doug Morris-es-es
Jimmy I's
time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
"produced by me"
Fuck with me, you get no more Sleep, no more sleep till I R.I.P
Hold up, how I do rock, metal, Trap, rap and all of it flowing Like agua
You
time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album
the sun or the house
martin or the plumber may seek warmer climes in winter yet these
are not strangers to our land.
GUARD #1: Are you suggesting coconuts
choice and now you know what's coming
Pack your things and don't come back no more no more
Don't come back
Produced by Sly Dunbar for TAXI
by Colin "Bulby" York and Linford "Fatta" Marshall
At Mixing Lab Studio, Kingston, JA
Additional Remix by Jimmy Braelower
Programming by Andy Marvel
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
coming home.
Tryna decide, tryna decide.
And I'm tryna get by, tryna get by.
(Oh I) couldn't even leave my apartment.
(There's a pain in my heart
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
cradled for day after day
Making hardly enough to get by
Then a terrible flood swept poor Jimmy away
During six stormy days in July
Chorus (x2)
Can
Fat boy behind a lot of your favorite flows man
Pay attention
Ghost writer blunt lighter
Write a rapper's song then go buy a home
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