Lyrics:
calling it Clyde's Song
My Italian friend we have reached the end
We simply don't seem to blend
Sam, let's compromise
Oh, I hear what you say but by
calling it Clyde's Song
My Italian friend we have reached the end
We simply don't seem to blend
Sam, let's compromise
Oh, I hear what you say but by
know the deal
I'm watching New Jack City
In my steering wheel
Man I love for the funk, I'll kill that wheel
Nigga fucking large I'm in the NFL
Killer,
to him
And whisper
Tender words so soft and sweet
I'll hold him close to feel his heart beat
Love will be the gift you give yourself
Touch
to him
And whisper
Tender words so soft and sweet
I'll hold him close to feel his heart beat
Love will be the gift you give yourself
Touch him
your heart away
And don't pack my suitcase, I'll be back
And don't take my pictures off the wall
Do you hear me?
Don't let him change a thing
right now
I'll tell him someday, some way, somehow
But I'm gonna keep it a secret for now
I want bells to ring, a choir to sing
The white dress,
right now
I'll tell him someday some way somehow
But I'm gonna keep it a secret for now
I want bells to ring, a choir to sing
The white dress
Shit
Word, I'll bust that nigga ass right now
Ain't no, none of them niggas can't fuck with me
What? Nigga, you could never fuck with me, my nigga
Shit
Word, I'll bust that nigga ass right now
Ain't no, none of them niggas can't fuck with me
What? Nigga, you could never fuck with me, my nigga
your heart away
And don't pack my suitcase, I'll be back
And don't take my pictures off the wall
Do you hear me?
Don't let him change a thing
pours, 'cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MC's I'll be burning, burning hot
the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
Drew walks by
cannot find
You can talk it over to Him, He'll give you piece of mind
When you feel your life's too hard
Just go have a talk with good
Hey yeah hey
him up it seemed we never could
It broke my heart to hear him crying just before he died
"Don't make me go to bed papa and I'll be good."
that's my lunch
Ru-ru-run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come
It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son
Yeah, give a ready baby boy, beta
then I can, 'cause frankly I'm sick of talkin'
I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscience 'cause
Step by step, heart to heart
then I can, 'cause frankly I'm sick of talkin'
I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscience 'cause
Step by step, heart to heart
go to bed and I'll be good
All night and day we watched and prayed we never left his side
To give him up it seemed we never could
It broke my heart
a lovely way to fall I never wanna get up
Dress up in your finest attire
We’ll sing like a Tabernacle choir
And burn like a funeral pyre
I’ll take you
to give him a pound
I kick it root down
I put my root down
I kick it root down
I put my root down
So how you wanna kick it?
Gonna kick it root down
the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
Drew walks by
nigga, nope, uh uh
This famous that'll still throw copper
Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle
Fire the ganja back up
Throw some blow in my tobacco
Then
or Brooklyn?
It seems like he got the whole country behind him
So it's sort of hard to find him
But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth
Pump seventeen
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