Lyrics:
story, Lloyd
Hey world, yeah, I know it's been a while
Thought I'd come around to let you know what's up now
No album lately so my mind is kinda up,
choking and my lungs won't provide air
Then I dropped an album, they reacted to it and
Started selling out First Avenue
Now all the bad dreams I have are
again
Cause the roll out gettin' mad close
When the album drop I disappear
Find a cave in the Galapagos
One them places out of Dragon Ball
Quick crib
away
Give the world a album every month like issa birthday
No wait issa knife
Imma cut me a slice
Have my cake and eat it too who is that slee that's I
H1GHR like we smoking joints
So many J's at one label boy you know we scoring points
Yeah, surrounded by villains demons sinnin' I feel alone
I ain't
think 'cause I'm 5"2' I can't box? I'm 5'4", I'll whoop your ass, swear to God
Picture your ass whooped by a munchkin
Let me tell you something, Joyner
You knew where things were at
I'm out here by myself
You know I feel trapped
You know I can’t resist, withhold or combat
What if money ain't change this
gotta say thanks
Ya
[Talking]
Uh huh, I really need you
[Chorus x2]
Shout out to Nikki from Jersey by the way, she thinks I'm the sexy man
broad in Tahiti, big ass green bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem
Wait! Fuck that bitch
By: Boe Araya ,Yeah, I come through sippin pepsi blue, booo
I go better than Maya Angeluo and skip to my lou, skip on these nuts fo show kid, while I
Got surprise and a fan base get fame
When I'm tryin' on a part you move a hand shake
Can't wait til my album drop
I'ma cop the money call a super
I live my life in the passing lane.
Can you please hold while I write my next album?
All my tracks are on the charts, pull them up and let you
and put it right by my cereal
Hip hop that's my shit and I'mma take the time to put it out
I'm indecisive, but I'm packing bowls when in doubt
I could
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
grabbed him by the coat
[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that
[ Slug ]
those jeans
Got a crease, and it never ceased to amaze me
By the individual hustle, that'd pay me
When I got to provide for my baby, and maybe
I be
bling here
Been having a Benz, been having Vettes, been having a Rover
Gotta house by the lake, look here ask Joe Claire, see I told ya
Been having
to get rid of all the animosity towards me
That was shown by the other kids, what do I do
And why do everybody want to see a nigga fall
Mama and daddy
[Mike Jones]
What my motherfuckin name!
Mike Jones...... Who?
Mike Jones.......Who?
Mike Jones...My album "Who Is Mike Jones" coming soon
Yeah!
Where
Sifting through weathered photo albums
Looking for gloriously aged Polaroids (does it make a difference? This is the way it is)
You think it
a cold ass flow
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw
With a pistol on his right
Uh! Its that boy Magnificent
AKA Maaagno
The Rookie Of Da Year
Be on the lookout for that solo album coming soon
[Magno]
It's Magnificent, but you
behind tent
Serving all day hitting corners getting bent
Time went by quick when we was kicking it
I wish that there was a way I could have predicted this
times four equals sixteen tracks
Word
Divided by two
Which is half of four
Equals OU818
Ah shit
Yo Trey, where's the goddammed drum machine?
Ah damn, I
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