Lyrics:
17 Waaaaays!
I'm like a heat wave, I can bring the heat for days
And there Ain't No Half Steppin when it comes to my ways
I gazed to the future and it
on a date, cause I don't do those
Hop out, I'm like Polo G and I got two poles
In a party when a nigga step, I get my groove on
You the type to trip over hoes,
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
like Mitch
Eating expensive 200 a dish
She fell in love wanna have my kids
She talking like Ray J asked for one wish
I got some splash to match
O!
You with a dude
(Shortie)
Who can put you on that groove
(Put you on that groove)
Wallets looking thicker by the second
Gotta move some digits else
ain't mansa musa
But I'm running through achievements like I'm Ray Navarez Jr
No matter what your conscious says you are who you surround
Your campaign
ready for me treatin' you like that on your bed queen size
Just let me go inside you one more time you would've really understood who's worth and who's
this they don't hit, they miss
It's a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate real rap songs
Listen how I won't allow
building this house
Working quiet like a mouse, got no time for a spouse
I'm a full time daddy, I'm going to tell you like it is
Jayden Paul, he's my kid,
songs, I kinda got into the groove
They tried to criticize, my every single move
But then I realized, I had nothing left to lose
It took me by surprise,
songs, I kinda got into the groove
They tried to criticize my every single move
But then I realized I had nothing left to lose
It took me by surprise when
and yeast infections
Bleached blond hair, collagen lip projections
Who are you to criticize my intentions?
Got your subtle manipulative devices
Just like you
and sisters fightin everyday,
over the World Trade Centers fallin down that September
day, but who's to blame for that catastrophe?
If his name is Bin Laden why
gunfights under the street lights
I'm used to those
It's dem Boyz N Da Hood, sell anything for profit
Five in the mornin' on the corner clockin'
Yeah we
Yo
I neva know when it's my last shot to hug my pops
A smart, hard workin mechanic, who loved his shop
Always told me he lookin out on what's best for
the Os out the water
God like nigga who rose to Martyr
I pray for those who embodies the flow of get dough tomorrow
Made 100 grand in the pathfinder but
this
This rap is for the people in the past who were against me
Who snapped at every opportunity to diss me
Put me down like I was nothing treated
It's time to, sit back and enjoy yourself
And free your mind, let’s have a good time
Sit back and enjoy yourself
And groove to the music, leave your
get this shit going
Dres, the impeccable nigga's on the mic and flowing
For those who made the purchase or came out on the streets
Black Sheep, bow your
some of those cookoos are just like me
The inmates are running the asylum they're out on the streets
And now we can't find them, even though we try
We Play What We Want Featuring d'Nessa The Insane Vocal Society, No D'finition Brother Polite, Dontae Winslow & Lucky Peterson
Written by: Bobby Ray
only one asked for it -
"Do you really think the children who died in abandoned refrigerators
Didn't pray?"
Anyway
It always seemed like
(When you
a soul
The way she work that middle and put it down on fellatio
We always on and off with our groove Just like a radio
Cause I ain't got no time for no
can make
Let's put it down in fate
Hi there
I'm high here
Don't you see what I did there
I played those words like Twister with oil
Slipped around
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