Lyrics:
Yeah I'm rollin' with Roc-a-Fella man
Cause they got money man, heh heh
Uh-huh, uh-huh uh UH, uh-huh, 'Hovah
Yeah, Stevie J nigga
Y'all ready?
Yeah I'm rollin' with Roc-a-Fella man
Cause they got money man, heh heh
Uh-huh, uh-huh uh UH, uh-huh, 'Hovah
Yeah, Stevie J nigga
Y'all ready?
tonight
A dark room in the night-time
Is how he spends all his time
If he could go on without your help
Then he would do it all by himself
But I don't
to niggas, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggas look on, and get
Yeah I'm rollin' with Roc-a-Fella man
Cause they got money man, heh heh
Uh-huh, uh-huh uh UH, uh-huh, 'Hovah
Yeah, Stevie J nigga
Y'all ready?
All the lovely ladies in their finery tonight
I wish that I could know them one by one
All the handsome gentlemen with loving on their minds
again.
By any standards, a bizarre reunion!
Is being homeless affecting your game?
I wouldn't know, as I have a home in England.
No, by a home
Let me talk to my daughter
Daughter this is your poppa
I know it's been a while
We haven't talked
[Mary J. Blige]
But daddy you've been gone
the way it really is
Have a good time tonight and hope that your
Wife don't ever find out what you did
you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I
Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up little
Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up little
Two thirty baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city,
not happy at home so he'll play them old songs
And dance with someone that's not his
So take my advice and go out tonight
To your favorite honky tonk
a soldier
Young man, Young Money, but the money long
Curren$y the Hot Spitta so grown (so grown)
And your perception of me is so wrong
Don't worry 'bout
a soldier
Young man, Young Money, but the money long
Curren$y the Hot Spitta so grown (so grown)
And your perception of me is so wrong
Don't worry 'bout
over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda
Spread out now, Rosie
Doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
You know playin' blind man's bluff
Is a little baby's game
You pick up Little Dynamite
tonight
Messin' around with you is gonna get me life
But when I look into your eyes
You're worth that sacrafice
If this is the kind of love that my mom
We on a world tour
Wale your man hustlin' in each and every ghetto with the mic in my hand
New York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour Wale
his heart when he's out of your sight
Do you know where your man is tonight?
Sometimes lovers just get too busy
Livin' their lives day by day
about waitin' to ring your line
Evening to you Lord and watch us over tonight
And don't you worry about us now Lord cause everything is gonna be all
to the studio, gotta write tonight
Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don't see why not
Devin is the dude you gon' probably hear him talkin' 'bout
Rollin' up
There ain't much a war when it's 4:34
With the man you were before that bar door
No one loves you enough to give you a ride
And your car's sittin'
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