Lyrics:
Mobile Alabama DJ
Livin' by the ocean sometimes I get the notion
To take my Jane to Alabama
We hang out in a funky little bar
They call it
sing, I act
One man, many modes
Like Orphan Black
You might see me with my band
You might hear me on a track
Might catch me Jammin acoustic
Rappin with
my side
I'm takin' some of y'all with me it's, by my side
I'm makin' sure they won't forget me it's, by my side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
On god, real niggas get the last laugh
I'm Like that
You can tell by the way I walk
You can tell by the way I talk
I'm above these niggas like I'm eight
tiny whiskers burnt from you sitting by the fire
Now you're older than me
Countless times when I'm sitting all alone
You don't know
How you chase away
filled with speakers one stage, watch me kill it (uh, uh)
Knowledge should be taught from the cradle to the grave (uh)
Rhymin' opposition get it twist
older I don't have time
I'm a rider
Flank by drivers
I drive by
One, two, three, four, five guys
Pretty houses turned tie-dye
Cerio so bout my m o n e y
I
Hey girl in the strobing light
What your mama never told ya
Is love hurts when you do it right
You can cry when you get older
Young boy by
it’s just them trees im on
Right back to the mission niggas hate but I don’t feel it
Watched that base drop in the skillet
Hard or soft How u living
My
off ya
Get, get that up off, ***a you know what this is
I's a big black *** with a big black gun
Fo' snaps 'cross ya head and the blood gon' come
you got yours
Abandoned by the ones I love, like Wayne left by the Hot Boyz
Hope you ain't get tired of seein' these cars, I'm buyin' a lot more
Hope
huh?!
Some get a little, and some get none
Some catch a bad one, and some leave the job half-done
I was one who never had and always mad
Never knew my
got Scale right by the skillet
Yea yea We the ones with it
They know who the call when they get that feeling
Take a hit of this take through
think that you know
Watch, it only gets old
Man I'm only gettin' older, longer legs and bigger shoulders
Heard I'm gettin' smarter, not dumber
Heart
can fill plates
You might get love but you still feel hate
Through and chain plates, we communicate
Chicago to brooklyn n**** real ones do relate
the neighbors play catch
I'm a decade too old
I can't get out of this sophomore slump
By credits, still a first year chump
I'm stuck in a world of I can't so I
the Taz
see Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man
Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten
the Taz
see Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man
Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten
only recognized by the intelligent
Took the negative and positive, 'cause niggas got to live
Said I got to get more than I'm given
'Cause truth'll
Hey, check it
What we have here
Is another one
The remix (ladies and gentleman)
Orchestrated
(You don't have to worry)
By the Puff Daddy
steadily
Everybody's not gon' get you but keep going
I be cruising 40,000 feet like I'm a boat
Doubting me they said I would have no longevity
Instead
myself I get lonely
Watchin' the clock on the shelf
I'd love to rest my weary head
On somebody's shoulder
I hate to grow older
All by myself.
All
Can I get an, "Amen"
For livin' in Hallelujahville?
Sunday supper, we pass the biscuits
Save the grease from cast-iron skillets
D.C.'s broke
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