Lyrics:
fishin rod
No stars, we're supergod non recouperb-alls (yo)
Buttons is pressed to remove the press
Press a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO)
Set up
a plan for the whole night
Okay your legs like a store they open up
And you got people in the aisle
Been here every night for weeks at a time
You in
a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO)
Set up cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in
cut off
Oh shit, I had woke up buggin'
Sweatin' bullets
Checkin' for my gun, I gotta
Stop smoking that haze or something
I know I ain't crazy, I'll go
feelin’ fave
Got me callin’ in, checkin’ in
Like I’m on vacation
Like what you sayin’? Never did that
I’m feelin’ good, got my shit back
You know I’m
them die holdin' their riches and they bitches
Diggin' up ditches for the snitches in this ghetto
Will it happen makin' some white rappin' checkin
the world somewhere countin' up the cream
The pilot idea, the original queen (yeah)
When you fly as this, you ain't gotta worry 'bout wings
Commercial,
Aye
All this fake love we don’t trust none
I told my dawgs buckle up
Cause we gon ride until the wheels fall
I - cant - feel - my heart
So tell me
Sean Paul:
This one is for all the sexy ladies
Yeah man
Pack it up now, buck it up now, pack it up now, buck it up yo
Shaggy:
Sexy, Sean Paul do
enchanted by things that gleam
You know, bright fancy cars, big yachts and mansions
On the beaches of Aruba with a girlie romancin
Now I'm about to tell you
the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,
Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang wit us,
Straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious,
East coast grumpy hoes
And my west coast girl got her own condo
Got me 'bout to buy a
Crib by the Hollywood O, oh
It's - that nigga they be checkin' for
around
She's checkin' out the clothes on the boys in town
Pick up this drop off that
Stares at her pictures from the fotomat
Oh she likes what she sees
But
If they question you (I ain't gonna say nothin')
If I need bail (I'm a bring the money)
[Master P]
I ain't checkin' you shorty
But it's somethin'
at
Runnin' through the streets like a stray cat
Like that Good Times show it makes me go
Hmmm, mmm, mm
Up in the projects, it gets no iller
With true
get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out
actin' like this might be something more
Than just pickin' up the mail or the soldiers from the war
Somethin' even old man Wileman's never seen before
And there are songs from pain
Some songs were done by chosen men
Some from men, insane
Groove, baby, groove on the light, one time
Groove, baby,
I'm only comin' up twice
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue
She told me on Sunday she was checkin' me out
A long about Monday she was
checkin' me and my guitar.
An' he turned and said: "Come up here boy, and show us what you are."
I said: "I'm dry." He bought me a beer.
He nodded at my
I went down to the river to watch the fish swim by
But I got to the river so lonesome I wanted to die, Oh Lord!
And then I jumped in the river, but
And there are songs from pain
Some songs were done by chosen men
Some from men, insane
Groove, baby, groove on the light, one time
Groove, baby,
but Lord I'm only comin' up twice.
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue.
She told me on Sunday she was checkin' me out
Long about Monday she
but lord i'm only comin up twice.
She's long gone, and now i'm lonesome blue.
She told me on sunday she was checkin' me out;
Long about monday she
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