Lyrics:
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
(Uh)
Fuckin’ born sinner, now I’m makin’ heat bitches gonna reconsider (Jee!)
First they wanna pass on me but now they tryna hit up (Jee!)
Stunky
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,
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
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
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
else had
And by the time you got an AP, I was already on Patek
Crab legs and shrimp and we sippin' Chardonnay
They all on the drip, they envy me like
niggas, Dru Hill to drew down
And I'm prayin' they set
Instead, most artists don't live as good as the execs
And they end up depressed
Scarred by A&Rs,
I, opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
I'll snatch you by your
Uh- thats right
Reality checkin on in
Street lights eh
Scorpion yeah uh
When I was young
I use to dream of being rich
Have alot of houses and cars
who wouldn't speak
Now I'm who they checkin' for
Shown crazy love
Ran up on stage with 80 thugs
After the shows, my niggas robbed the bar
And wrecked
she can keep it
(word em up) On the Pharcyde, the girls +Passed Me By+
The ones who was trailin' me, goin' in the Cherokee
But fuck 'em, I didn't
struggles of a playa in the chill
Come on and take a ride, triple to legit ballers
Shot-shot callers
(Shot up the chrome and let's swang)
Tigers all up in
by vision of my bone
Made me feel this chick was on
She said (I'm bored I ain't did nothin but lay round the house all week)
And so I said in my
She was thirteen and good we had a hotter date
It was just a number she never told she was knocked up
By the end of the summer chick almost had me
with the keys in my hand to the four by four
Jumped in my ride, checkin' that nobody saw
The club we went in, we got down boun-bounced to the rhythm
know all my niggas runnin' it up
Big bag Big bag Gotta get the bucks
All my niggas winnin' We ain't never in to switchin' up
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