Lyrics:
time excellent, I party hard
I pull up in the Bugatti on God
Tony Montana said, "This world is yours"
I just said, "Sure, it's Wayne's World"
Party
someone to call your own
This is a mean old world to try and live in all by yourself
I wish I had someone, someone who'd love me true
I wish I had someone,
someone to call your own
This is a mean old world to try and live in all by yourself
I wish I had someone, someone who'd love me true
I wish I had someone,
is a rock-a-by
Split additude, like they gemini, playa give me my
With the five mites
Coz spendin my money is my right
Knuckle up coz motha suckers is
at yourself
While he's breathing down your neck
Who can stop me
With money in my pocket
Sometimes I get it free
The best of both worlds
I'd much rather
buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
Here is the store house of Her Majesty
Well guarded by sentry
But looks are free
Call this the rayless and benighted age
Witches by tallow
than the Westcoast Avengers
Sit and let your ears swim in the splendor
This is real hip hop not no phoney phranchise
Winnin' by a landslide and you
planned not to be on this corner
I still wanna see California
But this is my world
(It's your world) Yeah
(Oh, it's your world)
(Your world, your
to stick in the spokes of you
But every now and then the trend bucks
And you're repaired by more than glue
Worry not everything is sound
This is
the world show the world
That You are God all by Yourself that You are God
Reveal Your glory reveal Your glory
Reveal Your power reveal Your power
the soul of the world
Follow omens
They beckon your personal legend
Hidden but listen
It is written
Now rich with possessions
Cash out for projection
In
to your main squeeze, now I got her from behind
Think I was a doctor, the way that wood be tappin' on her spine
The voice box is back they make me do
a mustache
I must ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids actin black
It's like McDonald's sellin' fatback
Get back to your Mac, that stuff is wack with
From the smooth to the bumpy and the rough, ee yay
'Cause you already know so I love her
'Cause everything I do is proper
Even though say your mum
That's the difference when you're my baby
That's how it is when you're (sittin' on top of the world)
(Top of the world, top of the world, top
the era of the chocolate types
Like your Bobby Brown, Aaron Hall and Wesley Snipes
Including myself in the cipher the Big Daddy Kane is a part of it
happy
Someday on a napkin
I’ll scrawl it out in Phoenicia terms how I took my fall
By then you’ll be your majesty, your Kingdom
world war
This is the world war
World world war
This is the world war!
I will be by your side
Whenever you need me, it's alright
Oh baby, it's so crazy
I
world I go nuts tryin' to get the squrrel This is your world, move it girl This This is your world, move it girl, I know Tell me how you really want it
Love your enemy because love is the enemy
Your sell by date has expired
Your sell by date has expired
Your sell by date has expired
Your sell by date has
of the world, even as I am not of it. 17 Sanctify them by[d] the truth; your word is truth. 18 As you sent me into the world, I have sent them into the world
to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so
your lost (lost) and it ain't no stoppin'
And going out at all cost is your only option
As I remember relations unfold
Good ol' day stories are
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