Lyrics:
In it for the ride yeah yeah
I'm the one you call and I'ma make it alright yeah (Alright)
You are not alone I'll be there right by yo side yeah (Your
[uh-huh] (uh-huh)
I'll be gone by daylight [Doubt that] (What?)
And you'll be so full of sorrow [Yeah right]
You'll go tell all your friends [That's right
won't see me tomorrow [uh-huh] (uh-huh)
I'll be gone by daylight [Doubt that] (What?)
And you'll be so full of sorrow [Yeah right]
You'll go tell all
like this...
The part of Bruce the Duck is played by an oboe...
Louie the Cat is a clarinet. All right, he's not really a
clarinet. He's just --- you
Traumatized by shit I seen or heard
But making it just fine
Still question it like why?
Why you always call me when you're lonely?
Why you never call me when
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
while I had none
Don't call me to stand by your side
Don't call me when you need a shoulder to cry
Don't call me when you need someone to hear
When
it, I do it
Hang up on a bitch, call it crucified
Time to go to work, no suit and tie
Bumpin' Makaveli, I be trappin' at the telly
My nigga did
the resistance
I'm with that tribe of Christians
Who stand up frequently
And tell everybody, "45, he don't speak for me"
(Push back) errybody from right to left...
then call it fake news
But they can't speak for you or speak for me, when they twist up the truth so frequently
On frequencies and airwaves and websites,
wailing like rough sex|Got a bunch of baby mamas|I ain't got no kid by none of them|All I do is supply the goods,|And feel me all up in they stomach|And I
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, you know I do this shit on my own
Pockets long, I'm so grown, I'm so godly
Even when alone, I'm never lonely
Only call him up
'em call me Shawn, they glad
Let 'em sit up in they whip 'til I launch it back
Snap they neck, then shoot 'em to they aunts and back
The calmest cat,
sight tonight's the night to get hyped
And fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherfucker to what I
she's bad
Everybody get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Guess who's back?
They call me Pillsbury dough-bwoyyyy
that gate
If I don't make that, then I'll switch my flight
And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night
Can we pretend that airplanes in
when they see me walking by
Beautiful women coming up saying hi
I know that I'm him
They say chances slim
But you can catch me floating way above the rim
Pick up the phone call up the line
Call up the re-quest line
Call up the line
Call up the re-quest line
Nana na na na na na na na na na na na na
We don't do it for the gram
Got a call from my man, say the money slowed up (yeah)
Got a situation that you need to know of
We don't do it for
ima star
Ima ball ima ball ima ball
Im in the studio i dont answer when they call
Im independent doing this shit by myself i dont fuck with yall
Im
thot (Thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody)
Call
thot (Thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody)
Call
what you feeling
I'll give it all to you
Rite now rite now rite now rite now rite now
You
Yeah
I can play my roll if we chilling
I'll be on call for you
to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
If you come back right then we can boog it
When I pull up to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
If you come
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