Lyrics:
fulfill your wishes
Baby girl you enough alright without the riches
Came from above I’ll fly to come and get you
When the weather get rough don’t cry I’m
a sunken treasure
Ship off the coast they can't get at
Well their luck just became
Your luck because they're
Gonna come to you to get that treasure
I can't be sober no I can't be sober
Can't get through the day without calling you over
I can't get enough you're just like a drug
I'm addicted
ain't what you see
Up is down and black is white to me
I'm complicated, I get frustrated
Right or wrong, love or hate it
I'm complicated, you can't
ain't what you see
Up is down and black is white to me
I'm complicated, I get frustrated
Right or wrong, love or hate it
I'm complicated, you can't
Cruising in the Cadillac
Looking for a payback
Selling stick and stats
Getting thick in stacks
Just like that
I’m back like crack
Can’t get enough can’t
she's always worth the wait
I know that she's crazy
She's driving me insane
It makes me wanna scream
Oh damn it she's crazy
But I can't get enough
So I
hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket
I cut hand, you still can't get no cards
You couldn't deal with
swallowed by the city lights
We up early cause ain't enough light in the daytime
Smoked a sweet then we hightailed it to the state line
Got them dreams that
Biz Markie
Making music orderly is my specialty
When I go, ah one two, girls get excited
When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite 'em
I know y'all
Markie
Well I'm the human ultra called Biz Markie
Making music orderly is my specialty
When I go, ah one two, girls get excited
When they hear my
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you
Fuck With Me
Fuck With Me
Fuck With Me
Fuck With Me
These niggas can't Fuck With Me
These bitches wanna fuck on me
Get the dub then I puff the reef
Spit
going south
Ironic how it sounds
Lately life been contradictory
I'm just looking for another way out
Of my head cos it never rests
I'm thinking out loud
Uhh
[Nas]
Yo, you believe when they say we ain't shit, we can't grow?
All we are is dope dealers, and gangstas and hoes?
And you believe when
your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I screw
Jeans skirt
All the crops that I've planted blown away
Well you can't grow any grain
It you ain't got any rain
Everything except my mortgage blown away
Well
That's nine months, it took nine months for me to pop out
But I can't find 10 minutes and pop in? It's fucked, uh
When did I get disrespectful?
How can
Even the dust looks good
In your shade
There is no bad
In you
There are places
We need to go
Alone
Meet me
By your side
Even if this can't last
I wanna
I'm off the remy - booted up
Walk in the club - shoot it up
No we can't deal with good enough
Let me go check it - sauce it up!
I'm off the remy -
wasted
But I never be too out of body
To get you the same shit
Still banging the Checc
Na you can't learn this language
I be like fucc it
Since knee high
G
dreaming your whole life about this
Who am I to make you go and
Give it up
I don't wanna feel like when you gotta get away
It's because your babe
Aint enough
wouldn't care enough to try
I get by, I get by
And now, as I stand here, in the saltwater and sunlight
It doesn't feel quite right
As if something then
to get
You the fuck off my dick
Got enough problems stacked in the brain stem
If they ask what’s wrong prolly never say shit
Take hit instantly inside land
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