Lyrics:
funeral
Don't know what else to say, I got nothing else to prove
But I do know
I ain't never worried 'bout the future
I've been moving quiet by myself that
on a man, waiting on a man
It seems so long since yesterday
The time goes by so slow
When you're waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show
She
motherfuckin' kids
We just some motherfuckin' kids
We love and miss you, Mac
For those of y'all who don't know man
Mac is the whole reason that I started
Doing
first done successfully
By a black man
Friendly man who died
But helped the pilgrims to survive
Was a redman
Farm workers rights
Were lifted
spazzing, it's everlasting, know who my twin is
Filled you with passion, I lack the compassion, can be dramatic whenever at limits
Cause I been running, timer
Want to turn up like a band huh
I want you like uncle sam huh, but I cannot be your man huh
I make her sing like Aretha better yet Anita
Know she a diva
Ay
They say you da man (You da man)
But who da man behind da man
Bouncing to the jam
But I bet they don't know who I am
I'm like who da man (Who
Where is he?
The man who is just like me
I heard he was hiding somewhere I can't see
Where is he?
The man who is just like me
Heard he was
I know there's someone out there far away
Who's feeling all this shit
And yes I know that when I'm low
There's so much further I can go
And so I
I'm just a north side, DC baby
Me mammy raised me by the horse ridin'
Council housing, crisis, crazy
When the sun's out
Sons come knockin' teeth for
cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
Imagine someone to love who loves you.
Imagine to look in her eyes and see.
Imagine how miraculous it seems to be,
but it´s not so very rare.
You can
bag you ain't this bad and
I'm gettin' better you already know (Already know)
Can I speak the truth on these beats (On these beats)
I don't want
from foe
And what do you know
By the time morning comes I can see the light
And then I'm thanking god once again for making everything all right
while you at your job
Then open up the door like
I ain't doing nothing wrong
I was greeted by a woman
With a tee shirt and thong
I ain't even know that
I want a chapel, high on a hill
I want a choir who will harmonise on cue
Your grand cathedral, miles higher still
Shakes from the tattle
I know the score like the back of my hand
Them other boys, I don't give a damn
They kiss on the ring, I carry the crown
Nothing can break, nothing
hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
If he can't fix it, I don't know who can
The sinsemilla? salesman
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
pull up
On yo' man anyway
I will fight when I pull up
And I'm running up the paint
Keep telling me there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell
I'm up with the J's, we all vampin'
Put the work in the wax bag and stamped it
You can catch the rico when you stamp it
But the hood gotta know who got
I don't know what's wrong and what's right
Don't know why
I should care bout your life
(I don't)
If you wanna talk that shit
Better hope your words
gravity from causing you to fall
I'll let you be anything you incline to be
Fulfill any desire you require of me
Right hand man, by your side quietly
the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
I got the game on lock
Standin' on top
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
Say hello to the man
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