Lyrics:
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain
seeing double, trouble, roll in clear
Who'd you take me for? That lil bitch of no leers
Now don't get me wrong, I ain't no saint, shed spears
I've had
close, you ain't got to be alone
Grab that special one and kick it until dawn
Now my belly's on full and it's time to wild out
Let's head to the pub, see
She's a wild child, she's a wild child
I was talkin' to Betty about her auditions, how they made her ill
But life in the theater, is certainly fraught
Talkin bout the good life
Livin in da ghetto, wild
Eh-yo, let's talk about it (Let's talk about it)
Eh-yo, we be about it, be about it
Yo, we be
it's true
They all ask about you
About you
You on that wild shit
I don't even like fucking round no more
You on that wild shit
It's too much for me
I'm
want someone wild and crazy it isn't me
But I'm wild and crazy about you
So I'll do anything
Live like we're dying but I'm feeling so alive
When you are
I can still be wild
I know that I've been
A little bit down but I've
Never felt more free
Head in the cloud because
Everything I do
Is seen by
it
Don't touch a mic if you ain't tight and that's on Likwit
I feel great hookin up the ill state in killa Cali
I'm about to make these muthafuckas
These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake
I'm about my issue babe
And you can tell by my name, yeah
I'm about my issue babe
Whatever stands in my way, yeah
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da
She's a wild child, she's a wild child
I was talkin' to Betty about her auditions, how they made her ill
But life in the theater, is certainly fraught
High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you are blowing
Getting to where you should be going
don't let
Complain about collapsing in my pain, sometimes I wish people would be staying the same
Wish I could stay in those moments and savor it, you noticed this
the plug, can't fall off
Coupe from outer space (tshh), trust me I'm okay
Bought Hi-Tech paid by the case (by the case)
You could tell that's Chanel by
Take a ride in my Sleigh
We gon slide Everyday
On Saint nick
we gon hit
A vibe on the way
Take a ride in my Sleigh
We gon slide Everyday
On Saint
in my heart
Slap Queen I hear you
I love the way that you are
Miss V I feel you
You about to have me embark
Nostalgia running high
Remembering simple
Lay with the sinners and saints
Im winnin the race
Im taking the game
Like a piece of cake
Remind you
Bitch I get higher than the empire with this state
peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by Saint
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
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
Rockstar Lifestyle
Man this shit been getting wild
Got so many dead pottnas ion even talk about
Vengeance in my soul ain't make it out
Found sum better
saint is dying
I figure it out, i figure it out
You know my heart is locked up
Depressed about what you said
Face down, hurt inside
I'm thinking about
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