Lyrics:
to the top, taking the world of hip hop
By dropping the right words right where it's hot
Where are you now
Somewhere on your couch
Dancing by yourself
While
she's got it going on
That's the point I suppose
Can't put my finger on the type
And it feels like
You throw it back to summers where we twisted by
still ain't get on
I ain't hating on no nigga but it's dead wrong
Hate the radio niggas never playing my songs
Messing with my brain, knowing I am getting
doesn't allow for freedom of speech
Expression, and proper communication
A place
Where we are divided by politics, cultural ethnics and tribe
Where houses
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
under my feet the boys stop for a smoke in the sun and watch girls cross from the job centre to the station a drunk stands in the door of a pub, a bunch
Radio blasting in my truck ninety on the highway speakers suck don't know
Where we're going but we're having fun a radio girl and a boy that's stars
again
If only my ...
I've had these dreams of walking home
Home where it used to be
And everything is as it was
Frozen in front of me
Here I stand, six
your fault
I was busy getting money ain't look at the cost
I need a queen stay by my side when shit hit the floor
I need a queen stay by my side I'm
It's like Shade one, two, three, four, five
Snoop Dogg and Jamie Foxx on my side
I got Sway to the right, Heather B
Where ya at? Snoop Dogg 'bout to drop
rimette in gioco
Brothers - Sexy Girl
You, give me a thrill
I lose my self-control
when you are near
you sexy girl... x4
I'm not drunk
i'm over
could've bought some rural land
But I'm a city slicker spilling liquor on my girls pants
Asking for another chance at writing songs for her romance
So I
think of me
When the song we used to call our own comes on the radio
Then I feel a little tug on the heart strings
I swallow the lump in my throat
wanna have you goin' by my side
You'll be Bonnie and I'll be Clyde, with no particular place to go
We'll hit the key make the motor run
Talk about it
belong
Oh, runaway child running wild
You better go back home where you belong
Oh yeah, my girl
Mama, mama, please, come and sit here by me
Oh but
When how who where the heck am I
From the start cavalier from the ship how I part
Lucy with the weed was my girl till we part
Booty looking juicy
Mhmm
Back where we left off
Watch you take your dress off
I've been by myself remembering you
Your body hurts me
Loopin' 'round like CCTV
In all
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
and misery
Feathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mind
Here I stand before you, the color of the night
Frozen by the potential of me
the misty morning fog with
Our hearts a thumpin' and you
My brown-eyed girl
You, my brown-eyed girl
Whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow?
Going down
say "fire exit"
The smell of grease, there's a broken glass thing under my feet
The boys stop for a smoke in the sun and watch girls cross
From
and see my man Dalow
I peeped him call my man Isley to the car
and ask him where he wanted to go
We all hopped in, inserted some hip hop in his radio's
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