Lyrics:
man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
come give me a kiss
All over my sexy body, I work it like a gypsy
You know you want this
If you got any little freak in
You then I’mma find it
These
Man it sure is peaceful here, you really got it all
If you ever hit the road again, give me and Snake
a call
We're gypsies in the palace, he's
rock'n roll?
Wake in the morning
Got my gypsy by my side
Wake in the night
Got my gypsy by my side!
Gypsy fast woman
It gets hard to say goodnight
briefs
White boys please! Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets by the seams of they jeans
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, and run it
the pencil
This the shield
Vampires in the back watching the yield
They never see me blue until I'm teal
Mixing up the green
Dawg, I'm dreaming up a ville
I'm
like 2Pac Shakur
Pull up in a drop Phantom
Got them young niggas with me with no manner
Started shooting at them niggas it was random
Popped that
to get by
Don't look at me wit
Gypsy eyes gypsy eyes
Don't look at me wit
Gypsy eyes gypsy eyes
Don't look at me wit
Got me under your trances now
No
I was a fool I was so much younger then
The night she took me by surprise
I should have known all the trouble that I'd be in
But then she hooked me
up all night
Bob-Bobby Stevens
He's on my mind, he's always right
Bob-Bobby Stevens
I was blinded by your light
Bob-Bobby Stevens
Let me take you home
rock'n roll?
Wake in the morning
Got my gypsy by my side
Wake in the night
Got my gypsy by my side!
Gypsy fast woman
It gets hard to say goodnight
too
[Bob Marley]
In rows or around, we can jam it anyhow
I'n'I, I will see you through
Everyday we pay the price, with a livin' sacrafice
Jammin'
down you feel me that's how I look at the shyt Blaze up you know what it is man Bomb Bay shout out to the motherfucking Squad my nigga in the building
for long|I'm a gypsy child||Mama says she misses me |She's sad to see me go|When I make it back to town|She's always at the show|She knows just what I
In handcuffs smoking her second butt
Thinking 'bout her life and how
He messed it up, f'd it up
Her maiden name was Jen Kimbal
That was back when she
it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (dímelo)
Right there up on Broadway,
or something wrong
But that's just me trying to help my country succeed and get back up on its feet
Its whatever
I'm still living my life
And everyday's a new
up for oxygen
And we laid out by the lake listening to Stevie Nicks
And she told me bout the way she doesn't think she fits
In the present day
She
here
I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's
Right there up on Broadway, pull me back
run free forever
It doesn't mean I'm lost, I just like to wander
Got that gypsy blood, always chasing thunder
Always chasing thunder
Always
gotta tell me somethin',
Are you here in hollywood long?
I mean, I just...
No, I'm ah, we're recording here in town
You're recording here?
Yeah,
screamin "Keyjuan-na-na"
On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa
Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob
See I'm a Ruger shooter,
have them gypsy boots
Follow them by familiar root
Rambled round from town to town
Sleepin' in a doorway still as a mouse
Saw the bullfighter's
it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (dímelo)
Right there up on Broadway,
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