Lyrics:
Not letting them know how much you struggle
They turn green with envy when you're on top
And dem heart is full with strife
Their by gonna try to take
My baby makes me proud
Lord, don't he make me proud
He never makes a scene
By hangin' all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk
Lord,
slow down baby, and
Kick it with your man itta go down crazy
I wanna get to know ya
Talk to ya hold ya
And them places you ain't been
I wanna show
hush, hush
Whoa-ho hush, hush
Somebody's calling my name.
Well, talk to my mother wouldn't do me no good
Talk
over the hill
I just want you to know baby the way I feel
You see me walkin' as I pass you by
Don't talk about me 'cause I could be high
Just
to clapping, soldier action specialty of style
We made the whole world respect the underground while
Some of y'all niggas talk shit and get mad
Cause we did
talk to the trees and worship the wind
Then if you go, I'll understand
Leave me just enough love to hold in my hand
If you go away, if you go away,
how it go it ain't my fault
I got mega cheese
Walk that walk, talk that talk
I'm B.G.
Papers chase so footy get my grind on
I look through it
you and I
Is separated by a wall
It's not something we can talk about
In fact we seldom even talk at all.
I don't think we realize
How or why we
in my Phantom and drive to my phone start roaming
Lord I don't want to talk to nobody I want my moment
Please pardon my rest room but Tunechi got
My baby makes me proud
Lord, don't he make me proud
He never makes a scene
By hangin' all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk
Lord,
billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes, who the fuck cares?
I'm stanky rich, I'mma die
into some shit, we never pop shots
We walk, scrap whatever he was
And live to talk about it then we get old 'cause
We keep a pack of zig zags for that
All the things we never know we need
Looks like we get them in the end
Measure time in leisure time and greed
And by the time we get to spend
she has something else in mind,
and so rather than do either you do something else that neither likes at all
You want to talk of Keats and Milton,
by the burner in case a near try to violate
Never go down, stay rising like Andre
'Cause my corner back every thing the Don say
Long Beach, yeah I
Traffic crawls
Cell phone calls
Talk radio screams at me
Through my tinted window I see
A little girl, rust red minivan
She's got chocolate
tested
Think back, I invested, I assessed it, I reflected
Think back, I was requested by God
I shall lead as I was directed
Demand to be king, I was
government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify niggas by they cars
So
gave these niggas everything and that was from the heart
Rollie, chain, every car, all they did was left me scarred
Heard my dog talk behind my back
money in my hands that I'd really like to blow
Swag swag swag, on you
Chillin by the fire why we eatin' fondue
I don't know about me but I know about
Tribal tattoos and he don't know what it means
But I heard he makes you happy, so that's fine by me
But still, I'm just keepin' it real
Still lookin'
draw a tear
From weeping eyes that are sincere
And make you feel like spring is here
It's funnier than funny
How memories can bring happiness
By
down homeboy, yeah like every state
Act bold, talk shit, nigga get K'd away
We so slick with this criminal shit
Winner with this, hard on a bitch
My
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