Lyrics:
me live
Did you forget that you get what you give
I want to make a lot more than I spend
Keeping it G until my very last breath
I'm taking what's mine,
for my soul, and now it's on the line
Right time, I had to trust, that was the downside
Bun the limelight, want enlightenment then I might die
You know
up (Yeah)
I need to give it all up (Yeah)
Give it all up (Yeah, yeah)
I don't wanna fly
I don't wanna waste my time by soaring in your life
I just
both
So
I chose this bright
$300
Groove Percussion kit
And I played it
In the garage
On Bogert Road
And the parts would
Break all the time
We'd have
by day
I mean who's to say
Who's to say, you find an answer when living?
What if you just die?
What if life as we know it is all a dream?
What if we
gives a fuck motherfucker)
So slow your roll, I'm in control like Janet
The loc'est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet
Take it for
gives a fuck motherfucker)
So slow your roll, I'm in control like Janet
The loc'est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet
Take it for
to explain it to someone who is desperately begging you to give them one, but you know it.
Or maybe you’re on the other side of the spectrum and you think
'm Big Bad Hank, I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party harder like you just don't care
Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a-tick
rights like it said on the carta,
Yes i can die by the gun, but my spirit will still live on, can't die by bullet,
Yes he looks young, don't mean he's
on my door it simply opens
we live a world if your not the mix
we jump all around an it’s on the to next one
swimming around in a pond that is broken
Oh Ey Oh
Oh Ey Oh
Oh Baby that's Supply and Demand
Oh Ey Oh
Oh Ey Oh
Baby that's Supply and Demand
I need love, you got love to give
Baby that's
Ooh
(Sound)
Ooh (yeah)
First time, I drove it, but the next time, I own it, yeah
Live by the moment, I know that's how I want it
I got one
anywhere
I don’t really want to go anywhere
I am dented by the skies
They keep me up at night
And it’s not agoraphobia
It’s just a lack of air supply
That
Young Chop on the beat
Ay yo nephew
I think it's time to put some of that real sticky-icky-icky in the motherfuckin' air
But in a Backwood, ya
Smoke good, eat good, live good
I used to want to see the penitentiary
Way after elementary
Thought it was cool to look the judge
In the face
you give, I'm not up not giving up
Not the type to nip it in the bud
This my new religion
Ima still get mine if God can't supply, that's right yo
This
with da bass
Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass
2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, you better know it
That's right y'all, you heard it 'cause
Whose name he earned with his super sperm
We rock and we don't stop
Get off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got
To the beat that it makes you
It's all on me, I do my dirt on my lonely
See most niggas fake and phoney
How my child gon eat?
Me and my dog riding on me
My mom kick me out
on floors they ain't want nothing from me
My future's so bright but my past so ugly
And I just try to correct it all but it all still haunts me
Tried
wanna be hard, I just wanna flow
'Cause rhymin' is my game and I
Play it like a pro
So whatchu wanna know? My name?
Dana Elaine, all hail the queen
though?
By any means, get the money
We don't want the fame
Y'all think it's something sweet till it
Leaves you numb the same
Try to name a rapper more
'm Big Bad Hank, I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party harder like you just don't care
Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a-tick
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