Lyrics:
to the radio (listen to the, listen to the radio)
Remember where we used to go?
Now it's morning light and it's cold outside
Caught up in a distant dream
I
You lived by a dream but that dream got shattered/
you tried to move on but your life don't really matter/
cold-hearted you try to cling
I walk in Chase they can't stand it
I'm hitting Janet's older brother's dances
Dressed up in all white no Klan shit
This wasn't my idea the lord plan
girl in time you'll see
If you follow my lead
don't listen to the rumors, they say 50 f***in' crazy
50 don't know how to treat a lady, they wrong
I
then hang up
Probably call you right back and shit
And I have to say baby I apologize, cross my fingers god forgive me for
Tellin' lies
Like Janet
kicked in
Now she ain't really pretty but she got a nice body
I'm geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body
Ain't your name lil Trina cause you look like
like to evaluate their prizes) alright now
(We come with so many different tricks)
(The apricot scarf was worn by Nick)
(Nothing in the words refer
like to evaluate their prizes) alright now
(We come with so many different tricks)
(The apricot scarf was worn by Nick)
(Nothing in the words refer
lil' ass butt naked in the truck
These bitches is poppin off why would I tie myself up
At the Super Bowl Janet Jackson showed me a tit
Other niggaz
Yea, oh oh
Fuck you mean (Yeah yeah) Fuck you mean
JA Da Truth
Saylook (Yeah)
Oh, Truth, young nigga do what it do
We fascinated by coupes, we can
the girl's hand
And try to make a move on her
But she push you back into the wall
You never listen, listen, listen, listen
Can you feel your time's up
You
but she got a nice body
I'm geeked up thinking this Buffie The Body
Ain't your name lil' Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double
they been told
Their rhymes used to be worth something like Mr. T`s gold
Now I`m in, so watch me Kline like Calvin
I`m the Dread Man, you fucked up by
and now I'm found
Killed off a demon that was gnawing at my energy
Tied up by generation 'til I came unbound when you
Cut me open, compensate me for
was me, my big homie Eddie
Up late making tapes, putting them out on the streets
I used to rap scratch even try to sing
Now I'm the little cat
rockin' on)
Can't forget Brandy (keep rockin' on)
Stacy Dash (keep rockin' on)
Janet Jackson (keep rockin' on)
The black girl from Saved By The Bell
started pounding
Walked on the set while she got dressed
In cock rings on her outfit
Janet, why you doing this to me?
At the time I couldn’t believe we
Both
he take the backseat
His life been run by spreadsheets
Gave up his dreams so he hatin' on me
You need a glass of water, you finna overheat
Takin'
was me, my big homie Eddie
Up late making tapes, putting them out on the streets
I used to rap scratch even try to sing
Now I'm the little cat
was me, my big homie Eddie
Up late making tapes, putting them out on the streets
I used to rap scratch even try to sing
Now I'm the little cat
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
town
Now these bitches want me around
Nigga I'm Counting it all up by the Grand
It was all in the plan
Whiles Theirs blood in the sand
I'm turning g
hard earned money to the Lord
Harley started drinkin' wound up in Betty Ford to see if he could by a
happy ending
Then some kid who worked in Harley's
But just like O.J.,
I'mma get acquitted
Sittin' on a fistful of dope
Hid it all by the city
I'mma star like that thing that was hanging off of Janet's
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