Lyrics:
Mmmmmmmmhmmmmmm everybody gotta' story to tell
I swear to God I know the story so well
Look
Everybody got some got some problems, gotta' story
Now, big booty I'm recommendin'
And I ain't been in this spot for a minute
Say hold up, wait a minute
She want to get derrty wit it
Now, baby girl
the Field of Stars)...had
Occasion to return to Galicia and Santiago sooner than I'd thought...I learned
The story behind the city. Supposedly the remains
the story end
Or you can take the safer route is what I recommend
Product of the boot no wonder how I'm so seasoned
Step behind tha team don't have to give us
First they get behind my ride,
Then they switch lanes to the left side
I'm scoping out the one smoking indo
Coming up fast, rolling down his window
He
they get behind my ride
Then they switch lanes to the left side
I'm scoping out the one smoking indo
Coming up fast, rolling down his window
He threw
Hey, say pimp,
This to everybody stretched out behind the wall,
Countin' days on their calendar,
Flippin' pages, month to month
Hey man, I don't
Un, deux, trois
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking, around my head
Your information
But there's
from
Essence about my ex wife
Doing another sad fictitious story
Nothing surprises me anymore, including this
This is what your life has come to sis?
back
This is now fuck the past
Memories fade and pain lasts
What would you do if you really could
This your story so make it good
What's it like when you
bring the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the game to do my thang
So whatchu think?
Write my story on the wall, on the wall, on the wall, ah
Little black girl said that i touched her behind
I was only a freshman
Her story changed a bunch of lies
Even the dean was on my side
He didn’t see me in
songs
And I can tell them stories
Most of my boys are with me
Some are still out seeking glory
And some I had to leave behind
My brother I'm still sorry
Once I was seven years old, my mama told me
Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely
Once I was seven years old
It was a big big world,
Once I was seven years old, my mama told me,
"Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely."
Once I was seven years old
It was a big big
songs
And I can tell them stories
Most of my boys are with me
Some are still out seeking glory
And some I had to leave behind
My brother I'm still sorry
and I can tell them stories
Most of my boys are with me, some are still out seeking glory
And some I had to leave behind, my brother, I'm still sorry
and I can tell them stories
Most of my boys are with me, some are still out seeking glory
And some I had to leave behind, my brother, I'm still sorry
them stories
Most of my boys are with me
Some are still out seeking glory
And some I had to leave behind
My brother I'm still sorry
Soon I'll be 60 years
all my songs, and I can tell them stories
Most of my boys are with me, some are still out seeking glory
And some I had to leave behind, my brother, I'm
Once I was seven years old, my mama told me
"Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely"
Once I was seven years old
It was a big big world,
be the first one out
Al'most everyone has their own story
But everyone needs release
Al'most everyone has their own story
And everyone needs
In
Ninja 'bout to kick a little story 'bout miranda
I was out dopping by the purple turtle hanging wif some homies
Skopped one too many dops, damn I need
(Welcome to somebody)
Sometimes you know, when i'm so high
I'm trying to think and the answer is "why"?
I'm loosing my mind behind a big "WHO?"
Only
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