Lyrics:
forgiven,
On the day the water christen,
The best thing that could have happened by mistake,
The American dream on a shoestring,
First you grow it then you
with the best
Shabba Only One
Shabba Only One
Shabba Only One
Only One
To the left to the right Let’s go
To the left to the right Let’s go
To the left
Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing
I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks
Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks
I sing, and chat,
This is your station baby
All I see is strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help
In all honesty I got
vision
No warm welcome for mother and son
Just
The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum
But Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense
She,
vision
No warm welcome for mother and son
Just
The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum
But Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense
She,
Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing
I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks
Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks
I sing, and chat,
Well the pressure's down, the boss ain't here
He's gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By
be
(Representing for the black woman them)
Right by your side when you're up or down
Don't matter what I′ll be around
(a true thing you know girl)
Baby
Well the pressure's down, the boss ain't here
He's gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By
Shabba Ranks
Manna' talk like a Jamaican
You know can do what I can do
Why you 'ating?
Try and get the money up too, real impatient
Thirty in the party
But it's sure enough father want him in the large house up above.
Now he didn't give you that baby by a hundred thousand miles
He just think you need
Front row center in that little white church
I was singing at a baby laying in a manger
Eight years old wearing angel wings
Yeah, and to this day
but I love Tris
Yeah, I got rank, like I'm Shabba, not no Rocky kiss my ring bih
Purple in my soda, just like Grimace, don't do green bitch
Walked in
[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track
Well, the pressure's down, the boss ain't here
He gone North for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By
all night
Schoolboy you better School ya boy
Hit you wit the ruler boy
I'm the new 50 cent I will
Fucking Ja rule ya boy
Chillin to Shabba Ranks
Fo're I
so I'm liable to drank
With that pump in my hand, lemme fill up the tank
Light leveling up, I been climbing the ranks
And I ain't talking Shabba
You
Rhamapozzi (Pozzi-pozzi)
Welcome to my Rhamapozzi (Pozzi-pozzi)
Di Ngu Curty Banks dot, aka Di Ngu Shabba Ranks
Mr loverman, under cover with your babyma
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
Steady be, Mad Lion
Just-Ice, Shabba Ranks and (shit)
My Channel is Live, my only battle is Jive
MC to MC, you won't survive
You'll be censored cause
and you
And I are the same
Got a trailer load of top models
I don't got to thank 'em
Shabba Ranks mixed with Tyra Banks
Give a lot of thanks, damn
I started
the better, oh
I thought about it and I brought it out
I'm motivated by the lack of doubt
I'm consecrated, but I'm not devout
The mother, the father
Hollywood then
In a steamy little bungalow
My mother, my father
My baby brother and me
Playin' cowboys all day out there in the valley
What a perfect family
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