Lyrics:
Why thank you
(Pick up jack please don't eat that glass my friend)
(Have you heard, about dear Blanche?)
(Got run down by an avalanche) No!
(Oh
It's a little complicated
From what I've been saying
Please open up your eyes
He's got you by disguise
I'm trying to warn you from my point of view
Days pass by
Yeah days pass by
I keep trying to survive
Baby let me tell you, you're too damn gorgeous
I already know that you're so important
Days
shout to Mark Sheeder, Kevin Black, shout out to Kevin Black
Just make sure you get yours man, I'm aware
Shout to the entire Atlantic Records staff,
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
She climbs a flowery mountains o'er the hills and by the shore
She's mighty tall
diamonds I could never be same
I'm colder than an iceberg
Nigga I'll sink a ship
Diamonds by my middle right third got my pinky lit
Fuck what you heard loose
the devil by the hand
"Good catch to you all," calls the captain, Robert Rose
The dory boats are lowered where the fathoms fall below
The red sun scowls
Ghost showers just a sign of the power
You feel in you, oh baby
Ghost showers got you by the hour
You're dancing, too, oh baby
Behind the wall
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think it's for me
But
And I shoulda let it known what your government names are
To make sure you +Take It Personal+ like Gang Starr, motherfuckers
"I got one lyric, pointed
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
pole bitch a blam it
You better now run bitch u better not panic
She dripping she wet like Atlantic
I'm taking your shit and I feel like bandit
We leave
Never, by any means necessary better
Get up off your ass and get my money 'fore I stretch yah
Out in front your doorstep, when I brandish this .45th
You
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
you just board an ocean liner?
Fancy meeting you here!
Didn't we agree that our affair was too frantic,
And we'd both feel good divided by the wide
love my thick dick so they brag
Point me to men I'm tryna shag (uhhh)
I got slutty rick tank tops
My huge cock is wanted by ops
Spent lotta money in sex
tip their caps
From the top of the hill
You can feel them come
All brave blood do spill
Along the dim
Atlantic line
The rapper's land
Lasts for
, but damn you like Prince"
I make it feel like a Zulu, from Honolulu
By the way she roll away like a dog who name was Ubu
They also said the way I
the Atlantic
Super galactic
Lacking outside u get hit where your standing
Don't understand it fuck up the bag when I'm landing
Bitch wanted dick so I told her
I can't wait to see you tonight
My heart longs to be by your side
I've counted the days, I've thought of all the ways
To be reunited once more
I
I can't wait to see you tonight
My heart longs to be by your side
I've counted the days, I've thought of all the ways
To be reunited once more
I
forget
Some of us dream of paradise that burns a charcoal blue
Some of us dream Atlantic waves that carry us to you
Some of us dream of simpler times, I
WHEN HE FEAST
START AT YA FEET
AND SPIT OUT YA TEETH
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON?
AND BY THE END YOU GON' KNOW THE SONG
SENSI STARR HOT LIKE A LOADED GUN
.jpg/310px-Ringo_Starr_and_all_his_band_(8470843180).jpg "Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band")
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