Lyrics:
Words and Music by Jeff Cook and Richard Scott
I am so happy with you in my arms.
Honey, don't you ever leave.
Lay back and love me and tellme
(dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field nigga
I made a flower for you outta cotton just to chill with you
You know I'd go
would get along nor sing a song
Cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I wrong?!
I say yo, what's up, it's me again
Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
gut
Praying how me make it out the telly and touch
Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
the best years of your life
Felt like love struck me in the night
I pray that love don't strike twice
Red lipstick, rose petals, heartbreak
I was his
like I'm Tonya
All my boys livin' debt free, your squad like Wesley
I want head on a jet ski, she gave me head for a Fendi
For a Prada, she got sexy,
gut
Praying how me make it out the telly and touch
Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
Bandana wrapped-wrapped 'round your head
The bandana wrapped 'round your head
For niggas that's scared
Ain't nobody triller than me
Ain't nobody
it to the game before it's halftime
Ten stacks for the seats or you can have mine
Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes
Pop a bottle
wifey hitting me
What you want sweaty, lima beans and kidney
Trashed the beeper, slowly I reached for the reefer
Throw a Costa, peep oh son the house
on a date race and sedate
I know you lie to me
You just don't lie to my face
I can't be great ‘til I'm grateful for it
You just want hate, you got a gift for
went from clean to muddy
Polished to shine, the season to rhyme
Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground
Been looking for love, now I bubble like
went from clean to muddy
Polished to shine, the season to rhyme
Been down like brown, like dirt to the ground
Been looking for love, now I bubble like
, Scott
Her friend walked in, didn't knock, knock, knock
Guess I should've put a sock, sock, sock
They know bad wan got the game on lock
She say brown boy
Funky 16 corners
Hot like Jill Scotts blues
But damn too old for 22s
But I can still move
Groove
Lets roll
You cant do your thing
If your
tree (yeah)
Codeine (codeine)
I'm sippin' lean for the protein
Ain't no co-defendant (no co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah,
it up in the trunk
AK-47, M-11 and a pump
Rolled by ? on Scott Street
School was letting out,
"Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?" "watch me!"
Opened
The situation's got me guessin'
But the answer remains to be a question
He lived his life in a lie
I guess you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die
skin
My wee babe's cold in my arms
Lord Gregory, let me in
Lord Gregory, he is not here
I swear can't be seen
He's gone to bonny Scotland
For
Shit, fuck, shit
Boy, huh
Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you want space, I hope you take your helmet off soon
of pink and yellow on Wesley Snipes
Pray to God I don't get sniped
Pray to God that the sunlight stay shining for 30 more minutes
Hope that a witness
now I'm reading your eulogy
Eyes so serious, you told me hold my head
Pursue this rap shit and go forward never backwards
While you gripped Tec's tight,
down to sleep
I pray to Lord my soul to keep
'Cause there's darkness all around me
Told my brother we gon' slide (oh, yeah)
We gon' ride
'Til
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