Lyrics:
All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
a garage band
In high school with the
Intentions of just making music for
The love of it we
Met Taylor and our friend Jason
Clark at our school and
Found out
got Taylor's crack, I'ma lace all yo weed with it
My sister saw me, said "I think that I'm leavin', bitch"
Drugs in my pussy, I'm finna start queefin'
back for the remix
Party like we just don’t care
Would you pull up to my spot
You and all your girlfriends
Tonight’s gonna get real hot
Ima welcome
“Carolina In My Mind”
For many years he was not my thing
But now his music's comforting
He may be lame but he's a national treasure
So I'll allow myself one
knockin'
Yeah, this be that remix
But still ride around with that rocket (brrat)
Nigga, welcome back to my household
"We The Best" be that logo
Hundred
Gettin', gettin' some head (ay)
I was with the kinda girl that make ya toes pop (Block Music, Luda)
In my bed, minding my business, 'bout five in
CHORUS:
CREDITS:Produced, Arranged, Engineered, Mixed & Mastered by:Jeff Silverman at Palette Music Studio Productions (MSP)Mount Juliet Nashville,
You know by now, I want it more than anything
If I walk away and just let you leave
You'll be stuck in my head like a melody
I know you want it
running away
(You wanted a remix, right?)
(Ha, you wanted a remix)
Your light is so bright
And my heart lifted up to Your throne
Straight away
Your
Spitta Destro
You in the club line obeying the dress code
I drive by bitches making googley eyes
Google me Ma
I do that music so beautifully, huh
Believe
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
Kofi Kofi he's been rapping rapping moving round' and round' like a cyclone
I've been making music, using my influence, now my aura colored tritone
the remix
I go by the name of Sacario
[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon
saying to me
Rap isn't music
And rappers can't sing
That is not true
I am singing to you
Maybe not good
Or with autotune
Don't judge a person
By
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
me a favor
Do this joint justice
After play Gladys or Johnnie Taylor
Shirley, BB, ZZ, Melvin Waiters or Marvin Sease
Stroking by Clarence Carter, It
Buck & 50, I'm Ridin Shotgun with the Mac 11, this the Remix homie Stunt 1-8-7, before I lose my life, for that dime embezzled, I'll tint the window with
to me
Thats right by my side
Whole lotta gang shit every time we ride
We gon' remind em of Yeezy's
Every time we slide
This that pop music
This that pop
saw my Velorex stack think I'm so sexy
But that's not what I mean by you can't fuck with me
REMIX
Fuck Janos and John
They pulled the rug so I want them
sound, call me
You want da G-mix, call me
Da remix, Ya ya
Ooh, nothing else wey Dey I go do
Money I go spend upon you
Girl I wanna do right by you
Mullin with the flip grind
Shorty know that I am on a mission, so if we ain't fuckin, baby I can't spend time
Operation Tyrone Briggs time
Operation Tyrone
Uh (The Coal Cash Collection)
Sada Baby
Mykii J, it's the remix (And that's it)
Ain't this what y'all wanted
I got them so tight they blowin' up my
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