Lyrics:
Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
Now put that in your little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute 'cause the hype has died down
That I won't go up
Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
Now put that in your little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute 'cause the hype has died down
That I won't go up
borrow my jewels and bar the fools
'Cause they'll play ya like the space bar in Tools
Theme music to a drive-by, put it in your car and cruise, uh, uh
The biological struggle is coming to an end
Tears and sorrow in the eyes of the beloved
Spirit rising,
Underneath a carcass
Marked by the signs
didn't have to reap, the work put in but then
even the work in itself was such a blessin
I didn't have to see, the planet lip to lip
I didn't have
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
put the
Pink polo back on i swear to you please
Just for three million dollars i need
It so bad i need a new pool in
My back yard so I tell all
My fans
here then we might as well shine together (all up in my ears)
Better now than never, business before pleasure (the mic is loud, but the music isn't
another day yeah
I be doing things i shouldn't
Yeah, i be caught up in the moment
The drugs and music comes fluent yeah
I be doing things i shouldn't yeah
shit, what!
I don't know this mother fucker I probably done fucked his bitch
Eyes hella red I just smoked me a nickel
I ain't feelin' this shit, I put my
pick a flight in no time
I'll be by my own business, why you busy minding mine?
You was on my level we both came from the ghetto
And later were
yale to make bail
She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town
The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down"
I said, "Shut the hell up ho
Honestly? The music speaks for itself
Alright
Well go ahead and let's listen, let's see what he's got, let's put it in
Okay, let's do it
I put three chords together, and behold, I called it good
But my music, he was lonely, and at once I understood
For my music lacked a lover, a poem
in the wintertime, whatever just to see you smile
Private jet from time to time, by the ocean, I'll drive you wild
Whatever your decision, I'm with
but you didn't know
They would stick your black ass back in the ghetto, yo
To kill another nigga, catch him with crack, in fact
Freebase, they put in
left from there and went to Peoria, Illinois.
Got a job in a nightclub, playing music again, and I played there three
years in a nightclub, and the club
a smash hit song
Then people started askin what's takin so long for y'all to put another record out for the airwaves
I said hold up let me explain when you
know
I wanna love you (love you), you already know
I wanna love you (love you), you already know, girl
Money in the air as mo' fell
Grab you by
the music industry man.
Ludacris and field mob,
Mouth to mic resuscitation.
Lets go.
can you handle it?
Eight away, bang in the back with the woofer
would make her ours
Mm hm
I met a girl
She had another
But I didn't know
The music was hella banging
On the stereo
A latte later, she said Yes
in secrecy i put music out on
My Soundcloud even though my
Contract didn’t allow
Me to release any music on my
Own with the few songs I put out I
Grew
of hundreds, let her spend my tens
Khaled told you pussy niggas all I do is win (Another one)
Rolex full of boogaloos, my dawgs in the pen
I'm fucking with
If you believed in me
So, put another nickel in in the nickelodeon
All I want is loving you
And music, music, music closer
My dear, come closer la la
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