Lyrics:
Somewhere out there is somebody
Now they laugh about the moment that it happened
A moment they'd both missed until that day
When he saw his future in her
grace enrapture me
When well you know I'd be insane
To ever let that dirty game recapture me
You made me a shadowboxer, baby
I wanna be ready for
and my Mama and me
The clock strikes three Papa jumps to his feet
Already Mama's cooking Papa something to eat
At half past Papa he's a-ready to go
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
the new set of toes
No!
Oh, yes! Anything goes, who'd ever guess
Our little Ariel's marriage material?
Time for the rice and the dress
And the what do
on a cloud and scream to the top of my lungs
Set me free God, do it now
Do it now if you know how
If I help myself I know you'll do the rest, this is only
I'ma get it back now, uh
From the cage of the stage
They don't know the songs, can tell by the way that they rage, uh
I'm faced by the shade they
(Bop-bop-bop singing by bass voice)
Mr. Bass Man, you've got that certain somethin'
Mr. Bass Man, you set that music thumpin'
To you it's easy
wrap yourself around me
I am gripped by a loneliness
Oh, I wish you could wrap yourself around me
I'd be released in your tenderness
I'd be released
Yeah, it's time to do it like a G.O. once again
You know in 1989, we knocked on the door
In 1990, we beat on the door
Now it's 1991, we finna
seen glory road?
Say, friend, I got a heavy load
And I know glory road's waiting for me
Rest my load,
Now I know glory road won't set me free
these guys are cool
But I'll show this kid is more than ready
I sure got something to prove
Right now, I'm just another guy
I don't mean nothing
to creep through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolve
With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5
Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready
Yeah, it's time to do it like a G.O. once again
You know in 1989 we knocked on the door
In 1990 we beat on the door
Now it's 1991 and we fiend
when I'm on the mic, I do serve well
And I go by the name of the Rapper Jalil
*Four minutes left*
Now sit back, relax, put on your head gear
Get ready
Dre stamped me now I'm stamping Yelawolf
Get ready for the most competitive
Clique in the world it's like Clash Of The Titans
I released the cracker
Well, here I sit by the window
Of this big old lonely mansion
Lookin' out over the Smokies
And on in everything I can see
Oh, I guess by now she's
time to oil the hinges
Nor to mend the window panes
Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer
I'm gettin' ready to meet the saints
Now my old hound
on the hill
Sing no more now just be still
All these trials soon be past
Look for something built to last
A wind held by the collar
Yes, a cloud held by
mean it
Gonna set me, set me, set me free
'Cause you bring out the best of me (best of me)
All the things I'm ready to be (everything)
Yeah, gonna
mean it
Gonna set me, set me, set me free
'Cause you bring out the best of me (best of me)
All the things I'm ready to be (everything)
Yeah, gonna
southern playas
Remember the football socks, aerobic Reeboks and Decaturs, now
You up to par and ready for your lesson
I got an ounce of dank and a couple
looking back to see...
Listen baby now it's okay with me
Cause in your model T you're as cute as you can be
If you'll take me for a ride I will set
on the hill
Sing no more now just be still
All these trials soon be past
Look for something built to last
A wind held by the collar
Yes, a cloud held by
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