Lyrics:
The lyrics are questions a passionate scream.
I paint on the walls and I paint on the floor
I paint on the walls and I paint in my dreams.
With blood
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
Girl this is how I'm feeling
Don't paint me as the villain out there
You know I got feelings out there
Tell me girl do you feel it
(Woah-oh)
You can
Just a soft-spoken man with a big ol' heart
And a heavyweight spot for the middleman part
Takin' paint by numbers to a whole new level
Had
And for the niggas selling cocaine, you're to blame
Black people lives ain't the same
And that's the tale in my hood
Niggas is up to no good
You better
[Chorus]
Charlie Dunn, he's the one to see
Charlie done the boots that are on my feet
It makes Charlie real pleased to see me walkin' with ease
Charlie Dunn,
and wrapped silk, like halos around my brain
Address me by my alias you know my fucking name
A friend of a friend, a friend of a friend has gone
All around
dark
Stay high with the zombie walk
Gotta sit my ass down, like Rosa Parks
[Chorus 2X: high pitched female (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Dirty Dirty, you tell
grand Marquis' paint job grape jelly
Or a triple BC, big black box Chevy (Chevy)
Crank my car (car) , she be hummin' (hummin')
Rims so big, you can see me
Lati na friend
(Damn) Ge ge
Okay, I'm here to introduce to you (ge ge)
A couple of my friends
And I want you guys to know who they are right now
a man that's anything less than the best
The rest are getting checked
So
Don't disrupt me if you can't love me
If you not ready to build, don't touch me
what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
My little baby-girl just turned 6
I
money
I'm the same ol' guy
Fucking on that new cat
Bought you all that jewelry
Go ahead abuse that
Told you ain't fooling me
Yeah
You know The paint gon'
of the Mexicans i'll skip a bar
Then come back because I'm no perfectionist
Who are you better than? Not me
Fuck, nigga, you can check my discography
A nigga
geometric scale
I see you measure my profile up
And you mix your paints in a broken cup
What'll you do if the brush gets stuck
When I'm gone
You paint by
the q the r the s the t the you the v
W, x, y, z, it's bullshit to me
Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time
And move on, you
bangin' ol' flows from the Swishahouse
Wrist lit up, your bitch on my dick, hoe, get up!
Drinkin' drank by the pint, tryin' to sit up
Don't pull your
you need to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
the moon, so
I don't wanna be twenty-something
And still in my head about
Seventeen, in my bedroom talking
You said that by now
We'd paint the walls
to see
But sight deceived me
And you are leaving and I let you go
So paint me blue
And I will leave you
Out of the picture of my heart
So paint me gold
to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red
Bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I
Are you the same
Besides me I can
Hold your pain
Your more than my friend
Away from these your eye's are trying
I cant decide are you the same
Paint
on the d-r-u-m-s get busy
Aight
On the keys my man james what you doing back there
Oh yeah
So we about to do it a little sumthin like this
Aight jeff back to the ol
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