Lyrics:
I came up just like Aladdin
Someone tell me where my jasmine
Smoking boof my lungs are damaged
Chain with dangle
I do all bad by myself
1 of me.
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals)
Vinnie Colaiuta (drums)
Bamboozled by love,
Oh lord, the shit done hit the fan
Bamboozled by love
attitude is fuck it, 'cause motherfuckers love it
Got a, chip on my shoulder the size of the Golden Nugget in Vegas
And fuck bein' famous, I came to get
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...
("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")
...And he laid
a dime here, a dime there
I headed out for anywhere
Found myself a love affair
And fled her in my underwear
Staying was a thing I refused to
And when
Intro
Rap by R.Kelly
(feat. R. Kelly, Fabolous)
[R. Kelly]
Y'all know what this is
so bob your heads, yeah
ladies it's your boyfriend
sound in honolulu
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios
Brian wilson/eugene landy
I was sittin' in a crummy movie with my
of it
Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public
Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets
And are suckered much by little or nothing
tribal
It's all about survival, it's nobody liable
I got caught by five oh
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I'm
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
Talkin bout Bits and bobs;
Crop just drop so I quit my job
Came from the mist and fog,
Been around cats no whiskers on
Been around cats no whiskers
Lyrics as performed by Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, Hughes Stadium, Colorado
University, Fort Collins, CO, 23 May 1976,
Transcribed by Manfred Helfert.
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
through you
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your
smithy of damnation
Sometimes heated by his love
For his power and his gold.
Inside there was his humble little clerk,
His peddling name was Bob Cratchit,
Brenda the oldest by herself for a little while
That's 'til Joanne showed up she was the middle child
Then came Loretta next she was a little wild
now, ooh, the humanity"
"Now, with the help and support of the woman I love."
"Urging the people to evacuate the city as Martians approach."
Bob
Why are you making so much noise
Be a good little boy
Go in the backyard and play with your toys
They tried to snuff me out
Tested my toughness
By
The bitches love 'em, wanna see why?
Keep on yackin' and I'mma kick back by
Kick her daddy and chest and
Buss 'em in his eye
Dumpin' all your homies that are
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
love to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats
suck me ay
She gon rub on me ay
She was just a dub
Heart filled with no love
I told her check a box
And she checked “all the above”
You saying 223 came
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