Lyrics:
behind you
Once again
Big surprise
Sloth is pigeon toed
The Stratocaster
Comedy gold
I wrote the book
On old white man
Pick a time of day when you get
enjoy
Enjoy enjoy
Am not a regular kind of guy
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Can't you see that we vip
Original eh
And anytime when wey drive by
Girls dey run want
could keep my cool
But this brown eyed girl and brown eyed boy
Time stood still and passed us by
'Cause baby I, I've been waiting for a little time
In the eyes of the world I'm a loser just wastin' my time
I can't make a dime
In the eyes of the world being born was my first big mistake
I can't
something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high
You need git
I am the streets, the future
I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills
Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future
They gettin' money, they makin' hit
time take time
Don't Rush
Call me any minute (Hmm)
Yeah you got my digit
Baby don't be rigid
Now you gat me wicked
You're heartless heartless
But Love
pettiness like lady's chatter
Seems to complicate the matter
I grit my teeth as my senses chatter
For nothing gets me much madder
As I leap out
For big
the second time was a rush
What about the third time? the third time felt like sex
What kind of guns did you use? choppers, uzis, teks
Whatever one works
their way to the ocean
In time before the big birds catch them.
It took some time before it entered my mind, before,
I kind of was blind, I didn't
with time
Looked up to them, knew all the rhymes
But at that time they enforced a bias
You know like some cops stop and frisk a guy
‘Cause he's brown, so
The way you looked got me on the hook
In no time, in no time
When you were dancing in your cut off jeans
I figured out that I want to be the guy
Well you see I happened to be back on the east coast
A few years back tryin' to make me a buck
Like everybody else, well you know
Times get hard
to get me-a-go
I'm figurin' yo, nigga you know
I won't allow, not now, no way, no how
Any form of disrespect, you better bow
Time gets rough to swamp I
bucks will roll
In, and, most importantly
Power will be maintained by the groovy guy
(or gal) who gets the most media
Coverage for his sleaze naturally
and my guys like to party any time we carry shima enter the Patty Dey tear tear Carry big waist Dey wire wire this kind of dance you no go to tire tire
We here to slump lames
I only rock with real guys and big willies
You niggas chump change so let the pump aim
Go ahead and block your chest
By trying
wan enjoy my life
Oh lord, Biko no dull the guy
Life na turn by turn
E no god make you Dey rush
Life na turn by turn
You just need carry your cross
City Boo
as we continue to bring you the flav
represent'in L.B.
from the cradle to the grave
now how's that, one time for your mind
but when I
getting
I just acquire my scratch I'm Primo with it
I got an ego big enough to let me know
Any chick come around me is never gone leave me broke
All this
a let-your-enemy-have-it-all kind of artificial peace
This country needs a lotta things today friends
But it doesn't need any one thing anymore than it needs some real heroes
In the eyes of the world I'm a loser just wastin' my time
I can't make a dime
In the eyes of the world being born was my first big mistake
I can't
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
smoke brocc’ all day and bust millis, good
Yeah, really, I rush any hood
Bear witness, and I bet
You getting frightened, ain’t ya?
This is everyday shit
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