Lyrics:
Beautiful Like The Beatles
Copyright Paul Day 2006
Considered a Makshow project but in fact the album 1+1=2 was the first home recorded and produced
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
"till the blues wear offa me"
It's two bullyin' freight trains runnin' side by side
It's two bullyin' freight trains runnin' side by side
They done
to walk on your own
You'll change inside
When You realize
The world comes to life
and everything's right
From beginning to end
When you have a friend by
Oh yeah
Come on
Woo
Huh
I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like
strolled that golden sand
Two sweethearts and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights they went flyin' by
The world was new beneath a blue
we strolled that golden sand
Two sweethearts, and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights they went flyin' by
The world was new,
Come as you are, as you were
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend
As an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
Choice is yours, don't be
to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", it's on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their white daughters
linen in the closet
I got the blueprint, you just gotta follow it
Rule number one, real niggas never gossip
Rule number two
Own The Black Album you gotta
Now let me let off
Tougher than raw denim, my flow you can't identify
Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in
Preacher man, policeman, working together
both can fight, black and white, and they're tough guys
They're your friends through thick and thin cause
Preacher man, policeman, working together
both can fight, black and white, and they're tough guys
They're your friends through thick and thin cause
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen to
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen to
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen
a meeting getting my ass kissed (no homo)
By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh)
I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4
Ooh, eaten by your lover
Don't you eat no friend of mine
Ooh, eaten by your lover
Don't you eat no friend of mine
Don't you
Where you been keepin' yourself my friend
Loneliness growin', emptiness showin'
Finding your peace two or three times a day
Three times a day
know?
So, he phones up the company
"yeah, we got one, " da
Dat dat da we get into the studio, you know
Two months later we go into the studio
To record
This Time Next Year
WrittenÃ'Â by Babyface, David Foster,
Toni Braxton(2001 from the album Ã'"SnowflakesÃ'")
Performed by Toni Braxton
Verse 1
This
(take money)
Verse One: 2Pac
First off, touch your chick and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
niggas about 'cha
But nobody would listen
Even began dissin'
Two albums later, you callin' my crew
All because ya wannabe Cypress Cube (No way,
hangout, now I guess it's only mine
And all our friends still come here, they ask about her all the time
I say I spoke to her just yesterday, no wait, two
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