Lyrics:
like yours is hard to find
Jenny she's blowing my mind
A love like yours is hard to find
Carolina left me and gone
Went to number one and now she
like yours is hard to find
Jenny she's blowing my mind
A love like yours is hard to find
Carolina left me and gone
Went to number one and now she
Chiraq, don't come here
You ain't from here? Don't come here
'Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this
No Young Chop, but that .40 bangs
I mean, Ush' is this what it come to, man?
This is how we gon' do it
I mean, even grass grow baby, you know
Seeds become plants
Boys become men
to meet him
So on the low he could self observe it
And Jesus, looking straight thru Simon's tactics
Switched prophetic and threw him off like a back flip
loud, funny
And mad cool he kept it so real
With me from the jump, like
"Stay away from all these bitch-ass
Niggas none of them are your
Friends" Him
Ran off on the plug, hit the gas, smash the pedal (woo, woo, woo)
Chop off my top like I'm Samurai Jack (Jack)
Blow this bitch up like some gas
a AIDS test
Cause I'm gon' go raw anyway
I'm one that like to chase death
But that guy, got to get him hit
Wild hairs and tattoos and spanish
Wait, wait,
distracted by the graphs.
In the resource room Mrs. Petorsky re-enforced me:
Raisins from her zip-lock bag,
And free time after my target behavior I was
Shrieks of Sheiks as they run
Across the movie screen
A thousand sand dune soldiers led
By an Arabian Queen
And the harem girls move like fancy
guess I kind of like you, you could even say a skosh
And Peter came to tell me, but I didn't understand
Just what it was about him that had made him in
way
Uh oh no
Him fro so dark and him hat so low
Me never ever ask to become solo
Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold
Me so poor
Me come them
gon' mob like the Genovese's
Nigga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em
Drive-bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle
Sit tomatoes
the butt grabbing on the love handles
I'm a donny probably bend him up in my sandals
Say you wanna clash then cancel
You will get burnt like candle
I knew
for my brothers showed me iron sharpens iron
They be the fire by my side like I'm strapped with iron
God's recruits we follow truth won't give into
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
so out of place
Might get up and go man, you don't ever know
Sidney Phillips cunt I'll leave with out a trace
The clock don't stop like I'm ECCO2K
All
MEMORIES' BOX (Serge Fabre)
Jenny was down by a call in the heat of the night
Jackie liked pills and booze, he didn't survive
She found him
rate him
Trying to ova look em like a junky neighbor
But Im here to stay and I'ma wave every time you pulling up or when passing by
Because I know
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Alright yeah, yeah||We got Jerry, Jenny, Jesse|We got Rikki too|Heraldo, Montel, Maury |We lost Donahue|We got every kind of crazy |With the school
his head
"That's not risky that thought is dead, " he
Says "It's like, 'You know, I rhyme, too' "
Turning to me, Pharrell says
"I always call him
Who the fuck are you? I said I'm him
I said I'm him
I can't trust these niggas not my friends
Who they is, man they not from my ends
Like, who
of chocolates
Come at me
Forrest Gump had a lot goin' for him
Never without pussy
Y'know, Jenny almost gave it all up for him
Never even pushed for the pussy
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