Lyrics:
dippin and duckin
The muthafuckin boys tryna sweat a nigga
They hassle me for them bricks like a castle be
Tryna make me take em ta see King Arthur
But i
ain't never hurt nobody
It might just make it a little better
Look just pull up on me
I left the key under the plant that's by the door
I'll be waiting
I
models
I'm tired of these menage-a nights - yeah right (PSYCH!)
I was built for it, I got hip for it
I even got a little swagger in my limp for it
I
of overhauling you
Let a woman in your life
And you're up against a wall
Make a plan and you will find she has something else in mind
And so rather than do
Everybody say iyo iyo iyo iyo iyo iyo
My album came out and sold like a pure water
Eh dem say Timaya na criminal
Eh dem say make I go sit down for gutter
tracy
I'm just tryin get myself a brand new AP
And I'm so nasty
This pussy save niggas, its a vigilante
Make sure you wrap it up cause you ain't gone
And it turns out Notey wasn't recording it
And I was like, fuck
So now I gotta do this whole shit again
Hehehehe
And I'm gonna make it as authentic
the man back home
Some real shit
Yo yo my little bro
I hope you're doing well
What I'm going through is hell
And it don't seem real
And I can't hold it
and then go on to the enthralling fun of overhauling you...
Let a woman in your life, and you're up against a wall,
make a plan and you will find,
that she
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
trouser dem
Throw a little cheese at the rats
Say we're labbin em, you see I'mma be a bigger cat
Watch me scratch it in, scratch it in, scratch it in
I
of the time when he can break the chain and get out
I ain't gonna make it
That's where he's been for twenty years
I ain't gonna make it out
And that's where
logical fuck an obstical bitch
How can I make twelve albums
All them gold and platinum's
And I am still clowin'
It ain't hard
I used to be a broke
SKiTTY, this is silly
This is silly, LiTTLE SKiTTY
And now my dick is falling off
Bending over and I cough
That's what I get for smoking herb, it's mad
records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal a**ault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
concepts at their hardest
Yo, cos I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholar
It ain't about money cause we all make dollars
That's why I walk with my head up
but of Death Row Records as well.
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorius
a moment or a minute I can see it through
And have a precious little second of you by my side, it goes
Na na na, na na na, na na na na na na
Na na na
pour out
I’m reminiscent of the ones that didn’t make it
Like Lee Cannon, and Christian Davis
‘Cause someday it’s
Gonna be an obituary bearing all
it do? You can call me Dogg
Let me just check your sheet
No problem, sir, let me just say
I'm a big fan of the shit that y'all make
I can't lie, I been
have ice on their neck
But God has eyes (icy) on my album
Because I baked an album off of my flaws
Yeah, make good use of your pain
I got a phone it's
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