Lyrics:
what you cooked up to make me look up
Said I could pick your brain if I picked your book up
And ever since the day you and I hooked up
Life has been
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just like you
(Mr. Gene Poole)
Lovin' this sound comin out to yo system
I spark to get y'all off to a good start. Show me some heart, walk through my hood after
you ain't gettin no more tries
Hate to make a nubian mother weap, but fuck it
Long as I don't hear the hoe cry
Split a beam between his eyes and make
a half
If I'm out there bad I might cut you in half
UTP tatooed it, across my stomach stay booted
Look I'm a looter, holdin' the Ruger
Or a 6 shooter
mo murdered.
Mighty, mighty warriors, some of the mighty, mighty trues still on the rise.
If you wanna test, you die.
Then, I might make
my past
And if you know me you know I'm about my cash
The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash
The Nawfside, where the bags at, I
Flash to move on past if you make jack then ill reach ya
I act grown up like cdam but id give Mclovin a feature
I cook a storm i'm going rogue and you
melodies
I could still be a better me
I could still be a better me
I could still be a better me
Something they could never be
Yo, shout out, uh, Steve
to the drama, you so addicted
I'm just out here askin' if
Please go do your job, I don't wanna sit you down
I don't wanna be your mom, I don't wanna dick around
I
wanna spend time
We ain't gotta do shit, we could chill and get high
If I only had you, I could still get by
She a diamond in the rough
It ain't much
’m a motherfucking king,
With crown,
Leaving marks,
Make em’ frown.
Niggas say they makin’ moves,
Judging talent by the views,
If the views is what it takes.
Nigga I
it to me until I reached my peak
Baby, flip talkin' 'bout lovin' me in the week
I said that's too damn quick, and that's too damn fast
You've been
the Eve-ning
Me I'm still showing out
Came up by the bio so you know what I'm about
Trouble waters with no bridge
It was hustle when in doubt
Twenty-seven
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
He said "Pharoahe, let's get this money up"
What the fuck, what you need me to holla at Steve Rifkin?
Hit him,
look good today"
But what about yesterday? Like
What are you talking about?
"Oh, you look real nice today" (Nah, yeah)
There's only one day, by the way
lie, hips don't lie
I can feel the truth while I'm grippin' your sides
When I fall asleep I know I'm running out of time
I could never waste a second
Remember they always told me you
Would lie to me
I could have anything that I want
'Cause I'm a little weak when it comes to you
Sit down, lay on my
allow me to be famous if it's fake
I barely made it, I was livin' in the ghetto, always prayin'
My potential wouldn't go to waste before I could escape
a hostage situation
(yeah and if you lovin them hoes you betta bounce back)
Tryin to make that bitch your wife she fucked
the whole New Jersey Drive
to seed ride or die
I'mma ride till there's nothin'
Left to grieve my momma said to me, "Son
You could be anything"
Best believe I'll never be
Anything less
I could make it bump like this
See, I told y'all, y'all was gonna jump like this
How you not gon' know it when it hit like this?
Ladies, drama,
hasta luego
No Anza Borrego o Joshua Tree
I'm stuck in LA, cuz livin at free, or livin ain't
And lovin aint easy, at least not to me (least not to me)
Do
If I could just get out my way
Might make it through the day
But, I procrastinate like tomorrow's here to stay
I'm runnin late so change the date
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