Lyrics:
out in me
You can deal me in this time around
Even though the odds are high
We'll play them down
You may be a chance I need to take
And the hand
.I.P. here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
Gone a little far
Gone a little far this time with something
Judy said it's fine
They used to do this all
would share
But the times are harder and the people are changin'
Today most folks couldn't tell you, who their next door neighbors are
All the guns
gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be
Wow wow, wow wow
I'm out on Collins tryna pick up on the vibe
She just really wanna have a good time
Not
rip up flows that
make an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THAT
Hardcore no R&B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger
Pavlov hits me with more bad news
Every time I answer the phone
So I play and I sing and I just let it ring
All day when I'm at home
nigga, make up your mind
How much longer you gon' wait to decide?
You was kickin' some dangerous lines
Now buyin' your shit a waste of my time
Nigga,
man, I don't want to waste much time
You been pushed around all your life
You been pushed around by your
mother and your sister and your brother.
And if
that
Changin' it day by day
He says it doesn't matter
Bases are loaded and Casey's at bat
Changin' it play by play
It's time to change the batter
break your life down to build it better
The game softened up a lot, it's time to add some pressure
A lotta peers, we ain't spoke in years
Yeah, you
Trying to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin' with a pro
Who go for dolo
For sure though
A season veteran holy a (dobo??)
Come on now Judge Judy
Trying to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin' with a pro
Who go for dolo
For sure though
A season veteran holy a (dobo???)
Come on now Judge Judy
rip up flows that
make an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THAT
Hardcore no R&B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger
a friend was there
Now some good neighbor
Would help lift your burden
And the simple joys of life
A friend would share
The times are harder and
The people
Joe, left by Judy with the booty crew
but they blame the game Suzy with the snooty two (who?)
The Blockout Thugs plus the hoochie crew, shit I keep my
And I got all the verses
My Benz don't got no ceilings
But the windows came with curtains
So me and G swerving, me and G swerve
I keep the double R, me
to take me away
Let me say this right and straight
You've been knocking my head out, yeah
Think I'm changin' my plans now
But I don't think that I can
to get me a hole-in-one to remind me of life when I go off
Homocidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it's dark
Dahmer signing his name
a paternity test
Are you the father? Well, it's anybody's guess
And give me Jerry Springer
Judge Joe Brown, Judge Judy, and a TV dinner
I guess the best
Yonder comes Miss Rosie. How in the world do you know?
Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece
Yonder comes Miss Rosie. How in the world do you know?
Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece
to confusion
What do you get the shit or quit I'm singing it
Bit by bit legit and hit critics are hating it
Critics can't stop me my music will always play
I got
Now they acting like I got a limitless supply
Been a long time and I've heard a lot of lies
So you really think yours are gonna work this time
Talk
I made it (Made it)
That everything would start changin'
(Changin') been wakin' up when it's rainin'
but I ain't one for complainin'
And I ain't one
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