Lyrics:
She was everything to me and she was my woman
I can remember the first time we met in New York City, in Central Park
I was wearing a pair of white
promises
And now you've triggered the end
I can't believe that I once called you a friend
I heard you were dreaming about me
Why the fuck are you so
her
Oh my God, I can't believe I used to tell her that I loved her
She be bad girl, my ex even two brothers
Busy get me off this track, cus even
I'm burning rubber on these hoes like vogues.
Check out my style. Baby don't stop.
If you can't call me Short, just call me Dog.
Black is my color.
hard to believe.
But that's how it goes.
I'm burning rubber on these hoes like vogues.
Check out my style.
Baby don't stop.
If you can't call me
'm trippin but baby I don't really give a f*ck
Oh, oh. Pardon my french girl I just wanna know what's up
I told her we should kick it
But all I heard was
know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka
I'll make you more than just a physical spell
I wanna rock you Chaka baby 'cause my name is Melle Mel
Say
know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka
I'll make you more than just a physical spell
I wanna rock you Chaka baby 'cause my name is Melle Mel
Say
need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best
but baby I don't really give a fuck
Oh, oh, pardon my french girl I just wanna know what's up
I told her we should kick it
But all I heard was crickets
On a railroad track
Cause I broke your heart
When I lost my head, I'm sorry
I wish you would believe me
Woah
Woah
I'm sorry
I wish you would believe me
Woah
Woah
the ground
Keep the faith, baby, yea
Because it's just a matter of time
Before your confidence will win out
Believe in yourself no matter what it's gon'
that my heart can't cash
Well here's my number, baby call my bluff
Cause you don't know my love
I been fallin', fallin', ever since I met you,
Then I know I've been doin' my job 'cause there'll be sweat pourin'
So pick and choose your weapon but don't slip
I'm here to kill you boys with
An all I really want is peace
But my baby's got a locomotive
My baby's gone off the track
My baby's got a locomotive
Got ta peel the bitch off my back
I
matter
Don't believe in love
Girl I know you've given up
But put your trust in us
I'll be more then enough
Girl I know, you know
You deserve better
Baby
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when i'm sleeping
don't be confused by my apparent lack of ceremony, my mind is clear.
i may be low or miles high off in the distance, i want you near.
and shaking that dick up in yours, eh?
Ask if she don't want to test these pimp ass niggas
Unless, you want your wig split
Cause I keep my dick stiff
Steppin'
complexion is the mark of one legacy
Torn into 80 sections
By all my enemies
I'm showing my pain
Don't you remember
Babies from 80s
Don't try to Ronald Reagan
wanna sing
Why you gotta do em like that
Pretty in the face and the bottom type fat
Baby always on track
Yea you run it and u know it
You the one you
A fully composed masterpiece I
Was fully exposed
To the altered beast in my heart
I’m sick in the head
Don’t become the quick of the dead
I got a six-shot
I don't follow rules or precautions, I just say things
Cars, girls, money living in my head, rent free
Told my mom to chill, I'ma pay the bills next
a Bentley
Baby no pressure, hit me when you ready
Fuck love, getting money, yeah that’s all I knew,
Until I met you then you saw right through
Now
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