Lyrics:
Two blunts, save one, light one
Thinking we the same, that's a nice one
Yall ain't got ambition better pipe down
I just need a minute let me write
you don't fucking believe it,
I will see you and your twin bitch,
In a minute, babygirl, we'll get it on,
(Do you know what's going on over here)
m.p.h.
To his office which is 12 miles away
And he stops for a coffee on the way for 15 minutes
And also puts air in one of his tyres
Which has a slow
at mic debates
Cause we make it a point to be on point
With every rhyme
If you can't see who you've messed with boy
You must've been blind
I'm that sista
what we was
(Give her kisses and hugs for me)
I don't know what to do with all this time as it passes by
I look into my eyes and see that I can touch
for you has turned to hate
And I think that it's a permanent condition
You say you wanna make the peace
Smile and turn the other cheek
I can't put
Lord I pray for protection
Then I send it right back
How you think this work
For a mixed breed
I see both sides like a split screen
A tale of two
I CC'ed every girl that
I'd see-see 'round town
And hate to see y'all frown but
I'd rather see her smilin'
Wetness all around me, true
But I'm no
The truth will set you free
But first, it'll piss you off
Hate! Bad bitches wanna be my bae
Hate! Hunt me down like the C.I.A
Hate! Side of my
There's a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late but baby I'm on it
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
Can't wait
I'm giving you the best
Sweet love
ANITA BAKER
To bake a whole cake
Not a slice
See the layers
I'm funkin for Jamaica
Wit the spliff lit
Waving
a clear message
Like Khadijah saying prayers
I'm giving you the best
Sweet love
ANITA BAKER
To bake a whole cake
Not a slice
See the layers
I'm funkin for
always found me,
I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,
Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!
[Chorus 1: x2]
No,
always found me,
I know used to welcome it with my arms open wide,
Trouble's hand's on the door, but it can't come INSIDE!
[Chorus 1: x2]
No,
teeth to DNA"
Cause if I burn ya body up
Man they can't use ya fake teeth for DNA
Aye, shut ya mouth up nigga
Them damn teeth so big I still see
'em when
hate this feelin'
Innocent niggas get shot at, in the broad day, the A.M
I asked him for a play-by-play of how their whole day went
He said he went
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
to win
Diz to the outside, 2Pac up the center
A ten minute game and we were the winners
The boys started smackin', talkin' that slack and
till he see
droppin' lines that hit the top
You can't make the party go "hip-hop"
And you can't do your thing without usin' mine
But yet and still, I see you
spun, let's have fun
I like to have fun by the ton
Roads, places, avenues, streets
I'll walk a mile for a funky beat
I put these words in a special order
run it by the boy like the ball getting tucked
Look, I don't do two's (Nah)
I don't do dubs less you talking win or lose (No no no, no, no)
If all
Mama, yes you have cursed me.
I never will forgive you for your blindness.
I hate you!
The wires are all humming for me.
And I can hear them coming
Sometimes I wish that I could be that guy
Yeah, time is passin' by, Im losin' my mind
I need 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 minutes with you
1 minute and the earth
We're lying by the orange sky
Two million miles across the land
Scattered to the highest high
Expect they'll either laugh or cry
No sex, no
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