Lyrics:
lil bitch done
Went and told yo ass a lie
Fary tales about them being here
And how they all gonna ride
Yeah Be there by yo side
I see the pain in yo
bore
Lost in dreams forever more
Only this and nothing more
Hovering my pulse was racing
Stale tobacco my lips tasting
Scotch sitting upon my
at the mall, in the park on a jog
On my knees, pray to God just to get me through it all
Yeah the flood coming, you can tell by all the stormy weather
Ain't
Park, it's dark, it's winter in December
I see my target, put my car in park, and approach a tender
Young girl by the name of Brenda, and I pretend
Fool, defined in Webster's
Open up the book, read it, read it
Turn the page, see what it says
Read it to me, will you please?
(One who acts
Beep! Beep!
[Pharoahe Monch]
See the black boy over there runnin scared
His old man runs numbers summers
Come in and he'll feel dumb if his son
doesn't
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
in the nigga face
Don't see what the fuck
Bulgin' off my waist? A nigga rob me
He won't make it past the gate
Put his mom in front of the pastor' face
sinning
All I see in my future
Is repentance
Work in me Lord
With no ending
My strength has been
Replenished
My fear has been
Diminished
So Satan you
Are
nigga I'm doing well
Watch me sag my pants
Lil' bitch I don't need no belt
Park it now, give it up
Lil' nigga that how she fail
Sitting with a squally in
feeling for him
The other saying just ignore him
Gotta focus on myself or I'll end up in his spot
So I just sit and meditate and pray for him some better
away
That's why I seek pleasure
In Jesus Christ my Lord
And I live to please Him alone
It's all about Jesus
It's all about Jesus
His glory
And His fame
surely pass away
That’s why I seek pleasure
In Jesus Christ my Lord
And I live to please Him alone
It’s all about Jesus
It’s all about Jesus
His glory
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
the park, 25th on a Friday, nigga
No sleep, creep on the get back, get that bread, til we dead in the skyway nigga
Coco, mango, cherry, C-Town, Pathmark,
pack up, spin in a rental shoot for his dome by his temple
He ain't see the black truck
If we catch him slippin' in front of that Kennedy Chicken
5 to 9, I'm like you out your mind
I doubt you'll find me sitting in their pews
Sitting idly by, I got shit to do
Then I remembered dude that I shared
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
As the sound of motorcars fades in the night
down
With them hoes wanna see me, yellows in bikinis
Break 'em off for D-Mo, it's his birthday and that Key-C
On that Long Drive, order baked potato with
down
With them hoes wanna see me, yellows in bikinis
Break 'em off for D-Mo, it's his birthday and that Key-C
On that Long Drive, order baked potato with
die a legend, wanna see my name up in that sand
Sick of taking L's, but a nigga finna try again
Speaking on my name on his block, I'ma slide again
Tell
gun him walk the park with
He has a mouth but the K him talks with
But how it started
Juiy 25th 1992
In Trelawny parish Johnny born and grew
With his
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