Lyrics:
To every man in your life
I'm sorry but step aside
They brought garbage to a prize fight so why do they look surprised
But wait
I'm sorry I must have been
Well bring your old guitar and sit here by me
Round the heavenly throne
Drag out your Oklahoma poetry, 'cause it looks like the war is on
And I
the hand
Well, come here baby
Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand
Well, you be my woman
And I'll be your city-boy, country man.
I'm gonna
no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
Well damn, how
just your legal system though
They don't think about you
No they don't care about you
Now every man in America take back your control
Like you don't
abide by them rules
I'll rather take her to Saks Fifth before I got buy her a rose
Swipe (Swipe)
(Wells) Wells
Pass that guap through zelle
I'm
he dirty
I'm making this art til I'm well over thirty
Or forty, you buying that clout get aborted
You niggas unworthy of being awarded
For anything
sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed would wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' from
sedated by my voice
I'm making noise
And I ain't with the playing you could keep all of the toys
Already gotta man you could keep all of the boys
And you
just learning by the seat of our pants
Like younging where you come from places you would run from
That's the shit that made me a man
No I don't
like the mafia
Think about whoopin' some ass, well what the fuck stoppin' ya?
Ain't nathin' but a busta
I'm stranded on Death Row for pumpin' slugs in
You don't like how I'm livin well fuck you
This is a gang, and I'm in it
My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute
With a right left, right left you
brought to you by adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
(West, west, west)
We don't share the same synonym fall back
(West, west, west)
Been
You don't like how I'm livin well fuck you
This is a gang, and I'm in it
My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute
With a right left, right left you
like the mafia
Think about whoopin' some ass, well what the fuck stoppin' ya?
Ain't nathin' but a busta
I'm stranded on Death Row for pumpin' slugs in
chest paddles they spark and they bite
On that cold hard ground by that flashing blue light
Well I'm renting a room, it's as cheap as they get
And nobody
makes you feel alive
It fills that void with no soul by your side
It's just as well, you never could tell
Which one of you I loved the most
I'm Zona'
by and connect
Too many coins to collect
Too many joints to ingest
Life is no easy quest and we all die in the end
Thats for real Man
Fuck how all you
Here comes Mister Crommett
Eyes so blue and so pretty
He's come a long way now we must show him the city
We said hello to the man
Well it all
Oh yeah oh oh yeah
You and me by the Christmas tree
And now I know
We'll stay away from the mistletoe
And every time it's Christmas
And I feel my
not next to me
Stuck in a mood
Stuck in this midnight blue
TIme passes by, man it flew
In my feelings, I think about you
Think about you, think about
tellin you, ya know?)
Aiyyo
Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of PJ wheels
As we land I duck down, I
you, ya know?)
Aiyyo
Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of PJ wheels
As we land I duck down, I stick
music
Talking to your soul
It can make you blue or make you feel so glad, oh
It's best way of talking that man has ever had
Everybody around
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