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or temporary forevers
Shorty get it together
Diced pineapple
May your love come down so my mind might have you
You designed my imagination
Let me redefine
weight get P.O.P
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you
Sold in a see through right price I deliver
Tell ya
and even when you do
You still could get fucked
That's just what it is, but you knew that
Now you thinking when your mom said
"Don't do that"
You sittin' in
to be my lawyer
Ohh Sonya, hit her on the Motorola
If I get locked up I ain't getting out 'til Tuesday
Cause this is Saturday, and it's a holiday
Now
a red balloon
Ah-ooh!
Don't let your worries get to you
Let 'em float on by, high into the sky
Just like a red balloon
So turn it up now! (Ah-ooh!)
makes legal and illegal things clear
Indeed, we have sent it down as an Arabic Qur'an, in order that you may understand
We relate to you, O Muhammad,
find me (come get it)
Lil' bro in that bitch chillin' he ain't tryna come home cocky (he chillin')
He comin' home to a dollar (dollar), and a mansion
Better take that
Now they throwin' shade at
Anyone who ain't that
So I let it rat tat tat
Better take that
Clean'em up Ajax
Pin'em on the Apex
Let'em know
a sitting duck he's needing Aflac's
My X-Files stored up Ascap hows that
Word play or no play If you can't get now
It may be to late you get hit with
on the cot silk
Grew to be a specialist, science is my mafia
That's just how it all works, diamond ring to Claudia
Rose to fame, poppy dust, Red Octobers
by
Outside the scene it just might scream
They might deem it whatever it is that they might deem it
Reality they're not too keen
It may never be what
So they go crazy, get hot-headed, start actin' a fool yellin'
But you all know it ain't no refunds in this shit that I'm sellin'
Cause during
pay
Let's open up a concert one day in Tampa Bay
I've waited long enough so let's just get it out the way
Having lit dreams of riding in a tour bus
feeling meek
So now I got the talent that is roughly 10% of what I know that it could be
Parker and I just been working on a tape, and this is only just
the casualties of the dutty MCs
I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea
Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the dead
Night of the living MCs', the weak ones
Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Statik)
I swear I love my city, I just want less (Statik)
See me, they salute me, they ain't
Wit tha scar on my face
You could say it ain't red
I been runnin' on tha race
Givin' chase get ahead
Workin' hard enough
Witha pace movin' in my
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
we tuck
I suppose when you lettin me bite ya neck
Foreplay just a red tonge all in your breasts
It's playtime
Don't rush we could get to the rest
In
being followed by a
yellow Coupe De Ville
now she had a reputation
for driving pretty fast
it may not be the first time
but it might be the last
Then she
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
crush any wimp that would try to attempt to umm
Get loose, now put a boost and used to chill
The comp to Kane, I picked Beetlejuice
"Big Daddy thing"
the scenes that defines
What an artist is this is a machine
And we are just a part of it
This is a machine
And you are just a part of it
And though it may seem
three things that'll work
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
I need to hear mama pray 'til the rolls get cold
For them hometown folks that she says I
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