Lyrics:
Hello baby, you will not believe this
This nigga ain't been home in three days
His kids runnin' all over my house
I don't know what to do
He
Word 'em up (word 'em up)
Got the E Double, right there
Jmj combined with Grand Royal
Nineteen ninety-three, ninety-four
Word 'em up, yo (here
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
let it
Let it
Let it
Let it pass you by
Just let it
Let it
Let it
Let it pass you by
Just because it's beautiful
Doesn't mean it's yours
Just because
like acoustics
Niggas who think we don't do this is foolish
In here with Billy, bitch, so watch how you movin'
I got a backhand for your Coofy
Just
medicinals I am here to rearrange
These traditional municipals installed inside your brain
By this digital encryption You never knew to blame
But AI is what
ALL THAT I WANTED
Written By: Sharon Faith Groom
Copyright 2000
VERSE I
Why the hell are we friends anyway
Since me being down just ruined your
Roosevelt, better slow down
Tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down surround the block
Where you go now? Fifty shots spit at you
And that is
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
astounding?
Did you think about me at all when his balls
Were deep in your ass
Getting fucking pounded?
Of course not, another door closed
Another slut who
At first I was afraid I was petrified
Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights
Thinkin' how you did
Fresh off the Garden picked by my mama
You rappers getting rotten you need some manure
I dont wear designer clothes Im comfy in Pyjamas
I dont really
mintumi ka s33 m3gyai shiii
Let's take it back to the rap
Juggling with the base line play with some claps
You get clapped down if you try play with ma gang
called "Miss Mouse, are you within?"
"Yes sir, I'm sitting down to spin."
He took Miss Mouse upon his knee
And asked "My Dear, will you marry me?"
"I'll
the G-o-d
Down with the Syndicate posse
It's you we rule without a tool
Mathematics in effect, it's time to school
I'm the principal and knowledge is
half a Vicodin, why can't I?
All systems ready for take off, please stand by
Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know
Feels like I been down
One aye one aye
One, two, three, four
It's motion at the back door
I hope it ain't grim reaper
I guess you reap what you sow
Where do you go on your
me prolly never find me
You got me fucked up I promise
You got me fucked up
Love don't live here no more I changed up my surroundings
Imma leave yo ass
CEE
BOUT' TO PULL A KICK DOOR
NOT A INDUSTRY WHORE
VICTORS OF THE WAR WRITE HIS STORY
THEN THEIR VERSIONS OF THE STORY
IS OUR HISTORY
THEY BEEN SLEEPING
They booth you can find me
Bring the hook back let me tell 'em how a Nigga be
I really be chilling by myself like island
Well connected like version
them doubt
I want they pineal I want it now
You line em up I take em down
It's 3 different doors with 1 way out
You either Fuck, Marry, Kill in my house
There's no place I'd rather be
Chorus:
Bridge:
The world outside is so divided
Let's leave it all behind
You lock the door and I'll pull the curtains
do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door
Shake that body, party that bod (That's rare nigga!)
Shake that body, party that
I'm blessed
Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
See three P.O.'s like Star Wars
They want me by the road holdin' up cardboard
So
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