Lyrics:
are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay)
Now you're in New York (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand
look, bitch, I'm buzzin'
Hoes and niggaz, I'm not lovin'
Fuck what you gettin' if I ain't got nothin'
What's happenin', what's happenin', what's
damn town to get killed
It's all about the game, and nothin' else
You come out here, you better watch yourself
Cause you can wear what you want, even
in the PM
Like the football league
That shit's going straight into divisions
We're some real drug dealers
You won't need a prescription
All of my
put the ice in rice for the 'caine
Me and Santan, you won't see nothin' like this again
That's my young boys again, on the glide with the flame
I
for you (Nothin' but)
Nothin' but love (Nothin' but)
Nothin' but love
All that I've got, pieces and pages
Talking a lot, sorry I'm faded
Think I've
attacked Pearl Harbor) a date which will live in infamy."
"This is Bob 'Command performance' Hope telling each Nazi that's in Russia today that, "Crimea
of
There's nothin' you can't do (yeah)
Now you're in New York (you're in New York)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
haters face down on the mat
Splat! Yeah I can make a green nigga mad
Quick, fast, flash like ten cash on his bitch ass
[B.O.B.]
You can tell I'm a G by
but I fuck by 1PM
FIENDS
Practice what you preach, preach love
Careful what you eat, half of it's diseased
They don't want us here
Try say
It been quite a day
At work ya know
Its 5 pm and time to go
The evenin' is young
I need somthin' to do
I think I'll get Some Bar-B-Q
Call up some
Ain't no pump faking no way
You miss every shot that you don't take
You never took a shot never took no risk pussy
You too scared to play
Nothin but
right now under the influence
But if you'd just torch those that say I shouldn't do this
Bob Marley'd out, at least 'til I'm back by the lake
But I
the right damn town to get killed
It's all about the game and nothin' else
You come out here, you better watch yourself
Cause you can wear what you want,
are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay)
Now you're in New York (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand
Bob?
You know what, they didn't do nothin'
But they charged me double for Sunday
Now, you know, no matter what you do
They gonna cheat and rob you
Bob?
You know what, they didn't do nothin'
But they charged me double for Sunday
Now, you know, no matter what you do
They gonna cheat and rob you
better wake up
And get your motherfuckin' cake up
Or get smoked like a Grape Dutch
If you fuckin' for a stack, bitch, it ain't much (nothin')
It's
Time: 3:15 beach bum music bmi
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios
Brian
Eyes may shine, teeth may grit
And all of that shit
And you still won't step
So what's next?
All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin
Eyes may shine, teeth
to the murder scene
But it's too late, it's absolute pandemonium
Whisked away in an ambulance is your fate
Nothin' nobody told you when you left the house
hit
They gon' do a lot of talkin' with nothin' to show
Perfected my music to rock out the show
Day-to-day problem, exotic, I roll
U don't know my pain,
Let's talk about it
'Cause when you got a story real as mine
You can't leave nothin' out it
Let's take you back to '96, diamonds and Mac 10's
Lookin'
this 'till six in the mornin'
Nothin' wrong with goin' all night long
Just not tough to put the brakes on,
Doesn't matter when you'd rather
Get up,
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