Lyrics:
the girls screaming my name you know
Imma be great imma imma be great
Blowin up like grenades
Imma be great imma imma be great
Don't be slow get out
I bleed
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
ex-girl because she couldn't
Make me cum twice
Same reason I like to gunfight
Squeeze 'til I bleed
So if you coming better come right
Living so foul I'll
she lives out of state
I mean the sex and conversation situation is great
Every time I hit town we make a date
And when it's time to chill my shorty
on the string
Like I say everyday I be there fo rmy friend
Good things always come to an end
So yo
I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix
nigga I don't sweat the date my moms was late,
So I had to plan my escape, out the skins,
In this world the fly girls, Tanqueray and Hennesey,
Until I
great
Call us trash, Friday we gon see whose
Bad, eleven look like he made in a lab
Twenty-eight take your soul then he go fishing
One-five in your girl's
won't get personal
I rap and sing just like you, but it's purposeful
Don Q let you live, Joyner murdered you
I cut you up limb by limb, this shit is
as much as making a way
I told my girl, she said boy go and get paid
I told my mama, she read me a scripture and prayed
I'd tell big mama but her body
it for me (uh)
I'm straight rap great, bustin' heads, straighten dreads
I'm everlastin', like the toe on PRO-Keds (yeah, what?)
A Tec-9 when I rhyme
it for me (uh)
I'm straight rap great, bustin' heads, straighten dreads
I'm everlastin', like the toe on PRO-Keds (yeah, what?)
A Tec-9 when I rhyme
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
the booze
cnd just live with results
Now we don't need to hide
When we drink anymore
cnd the house with adults
Just our houses and homes
Like god
building schools
For boys and girls the thought of home gets me out of my bed
I said you got them tools?
Get them shits up out of the shed, come
here just to save the world
You thought I was here for your boys and girls
You say I'm a hero without a cape
But you were mistaken, it's all too late
You
Guys like pretty girls in the world (Let's get this know what I mean?)
Women love men with money (Oh shit you got my nigga Carl on this too?)
a small Midwestern town
By a charming and eccentric loving father
She was praised as the perfect teenage girl
And everyone thought highly of her
And she
[B.I.G.]
1970 Somethin' nigga i don't sweat the date my moms was late,
so i had to plan my escape, out the skins,
in this world the fly girls
to wait
I've got to make you my girl
Hot like a flame in the tropics yea,
Had your boy sweatin' when you passed by me
I had to keep it cool, kick back
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
Aye Whatup doe
Its ya boy Rio The Great
The one the girls love and haters love to hate
And I'm here today with the beautiful Bee Sweet
And this beat
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
arrived, extraordinaire extravagant
Beers like confidence, man I drink until I'm arrogant
Cause I'm a cocky fuck, Hit your girl and I knock her up
Be like
skeleton key
But don’t you to wanna be a inspiration to me?
In an instance a child's life was ended
By the hands of a four foot menace like Dennis
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