Lyrics:
skills
That's a gift, it's real
Get ill, what you spit
Got the power to uplift a hill
I wish I could talk to Lauryn
I mean, excuse me Ms. Hill,
don't mean a thing, if you ain't got that swing
Piano
It don't mean a thing, all you gotta do is sing
Piano
Makes no difference if it's sweet or hot
Piano
think he will though
He ain't got the will to, 'cos that snow is whiter than the winter
He said our time is coming, wait on it
This time, I just don't
It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing
(Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah)
(Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah)
It don't mean a thing
trail
If I talk to people like they stupid as hell
do that mean god gone make my people stupid as hell
do that mean god gone make my kids be stupid
a mean strut
Throwin' and blowin' green stuff hella creamed up with a bling cup
Ain't no wicked we can kick it if you blue or beamed up
If you, see me
from way back
My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I know it's true
The only thing you'll say about
It don't mean a thing
If it ain't got that swing
Doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah
Doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah, doo-wah
No it don't mean a thing
All
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
love me
I... know that I did it to you
But... only after I knew
That... you were just a game
And you better believe that I ain't gonna play
(Hook)
(Nina
something else that makes the tune complete
It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing
It don't mean a thing, all you got to do is sing
It makes
a kid 'cause I love to get lost
And keep packin somethin that love to break a hata off
So when it come to this gangsta homey I got it locked
And if I put
a kid 'cause I love to get lost
And keep packin somethin that love to break a hata off
So when it come to this gangsta homey I got it locked
And if I put
The bell is buzzing loud got the Family repeating this shit
(Repeating this shit)
Swing by come taste this (Come taste this)
I'm sure it's gon' revive your
flagrant with it
So Don’t try the lil dude
Sticking to his self like he rude
Cuz I know these niggas ain’t true
They just in it for cool and proof
Proof that
chillun got rhythm for to push away their blues
All God's chillun' got trouble, troubles don't mean a thing
When they start to go, "Ho ho ho"
The old
(What the hell they talkin' 'bout?)
And if I got it, I bought it
'Cause boy, you know I'm cashin' out (cool)
36 Os, so I'm ridin' 'round with that
ain't compatible, they be fallible
If you wanna challenge me with a battle we better saddle up
I work for battlers,seal it by pittlin pattilin
Tittling
feelings involved girl ain't nothing nice girl you know what I mean
Protecting my heart girl I can't let you break it I keep up my guard whenever they swing
Everywhere
It was tumbling down
Everybody was crying
- Thank you.
Yeah, everything up here, please. And a bit more monitor if you got it. Ah?
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
like my old lady
'Cause what you say is what you say
Sometimes what you mean is two different things
Depending on your mood if it swings
Think too
through
If you don't know what transparent means, let me enlighten you
If it's transparent, that means that it lets the light through
So I should smack this
or me toting a Nina?" No Simone
This a
Real life of a stoner
Face it by my dolie, my nigga, I've been a loner
I be smoking stogies about the size of my
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