Lyrics:
all that new jack shit
Yo, we don't, we don't play that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please
was selling Jenny by the block (By the block)
There's a couple pennies for ya thoughts (For ya thoughts)
R.I.P Tennpenny what a loss just for me to make
Who am I Who am i
I say I'm the new kid on the block
I took my shots and I never looked back
A lot of rappers lost focusing on the past
But
Doc's Brown
I lead by Example, there ain't a door I couldn't knock down
I'm buildin' an empire, makin' use of all of these blocks now
And I don't accept
I seen this girl, walking down the block
I said, "wait!"
"Yo baby, you wanna come to my crib?"
"Have some donuts and milk?"
"Listen to a pop tune
the best version this time around...
Wake up, boy! You're falling behind! Wake up, now!
Don't roll your eyes at me, boy! Catch up!
cgain with this
Never fake, I never act like something that I'm not
Remember me I'm that foul mouthed kid that lived around your block
You thought that I was crazy
don't like me fuck you and the building, you (work in)
If you see us in the club with Cîroc by the tub
We ain't have fun, nigga we (workin')
In the DJ
Nevertheless! Powerslave tour! Hmmmm. By the way,
Running Free... the photograph on the front of this single was by a man none other than Ross Halfing. He
at your brain
Homie gettin' touched
It's bloody Halloween
Wash you out if you ain't lit enough
(Yes, sir) my bitch tryna go behind my back
But I don't give
By the bus stop
Most of the room didn't make it, the kid was like
In my different bag oh God I want my baby back
What about the girl in the drop
do you want?
Jeff, listen, Jeff, would you listen to me? Whatever you do, don't
Fall asleep
Man
Jeff listen to me. Don't go to sleep
Look, I'll
admit it I did (yeah)
I done fucked with a couple of fans (fans)
I admit that I'm a gift and a curse (gift and a curse)
I admit that I don't go
you. Remember
parents, kids don't ask to be born. So I'm tell this
story and it starts back in '88.
Yo, this nigga named d-rugs
My moms dates him
Swear
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
those girls and their mom
Well they outnumber me
Looks like they’re up 1 to 3
Here we go again another lululemon
I’m living my dream surrounded
By
(uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds and them shits hit pink
Got cold, had to go get a mink
New finger
a new hot track
Put me on the beat I don’t even need a feature
You was always at my games sitting in the bleacher
I need me a girl like Rhi Rhi
Yeah, it’s
was gonna have to go through this about two-hundred more times
So to you all the kids all across the land, there's no need to argue
Parents just don't
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
If it ain't about the freedom
Please don't talk to the girl, don't even walk to the girl
If it ain't about the freedom
Nah, please, don't say a word.
the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down
of sleeping
For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
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