Lyrics:
I ain't tryna know your business
I ain't tryna fall in love with you
See maybe he could love you different
But I'm just tryna fuck with you
the gutter, that's on mama
And we stacked O's until we moved commas
I made myself a lil cool promise
I'll see a mill by thirty
Whether writing raps, or selling
Jah rhastafari,
Christ, took a sip of the amaretto,
Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12
Disciples
Give me a clue who
you don't see what I see
And I do not give a damn if you don't believe
My problem is my problem that I never am happy
It's my problem, it's my
The hardest working beatbox in show business
Ready Rock
(Ready, Ready Rock, Ready Rock C)
Tell em your name, tell em your name
(Ready Rock, Ready Rock, Ready
madness
Section off myself
Put a wall up/what the hell have I done
Keep the dog at bay
Survive by saving me
Values and the game
Not a fuck-up, not
business
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh
I hope it ain't true what they say 'bout you, I want this
Hesitant to post
ever get there
See you when you get there
More temptation than faith, I guess we livin' for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet, by a boy
around me
You see I can't take these sneaky heads
True love you got for man then you won't take offense
I'm just mindin' my business
Handlin'
of the fiends, and- (what? What?)
That was back in the day
Now we involved in legitimate business, baby, we came a long way
Sometimes I hop on the road by
Can you say the same thang
I don't want no diamonds I want plain-Jane
What I mean by that
Baby come as you are
You'n need to be done up
Just to know you
high,
Jah Rhastafari,
Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,
Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you twelve disciples
Give me
tip toe
Now tip toe
Now tip toe
Don't take nobody with you to my house
If anybody see you then our secret gon' be out
Don't let nobody catch you by my
Top floor, ain't a hater near, surrounded by my dogs
Like they don't want us to ball, y'all, they want to see us fall
They don't like it but they
See I was resting at the park minding my own
Business as I kick up the treble tone
On my radio tape player box, right
Just loud enough so folks
supposed to be comin' to, um, Southern, for a concert now?
Yeah, I'll see you there
I'ma be there, when is it? On the twenty-eighth or twenty-sixth?
It's
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
And the girls who try to look pretty
And if your train's on time, you can get to work by nine
And start your slaving job to get your pay
If you ever get annoyed,
Don't get me started on politicians
And the lies they spread
Don't even mention sex and religion
And who they take to bed
But if you see me
Cocaine, cocaine
I'd like to introduce you all to
Cocaine, cocaine
UGK, UGK bitch, my man Bun be
Cocaine, cocaine
Pimp see in the house y'all
And no it's just not in my plan
For someone to care who I am
I'm walking the streets for money
It's the business of love, 'hey honey'
C'mon, don't
past two
And at the time I never even noticed I was blue
I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day
Without really knowing anything, I
the show, c'mon!
Let's go
Say one, two, three, four
Say oh! Clap your hands
Uh, let's start the show
C'mon, c'mon
Say one, two, three, four
alot to me
Watchin you lockin up with him, was a shame to see
You know crack in the business did the same thing to me
I get along with real niggas, it's
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