Lyrics:
the perfect analogy, right here.
This is what it feels like when you don't have love,
it's like there's a party going on and everyone was invited,
except for
the night
The Monte Carlos rumble by
Under these faded old street lights
Whoa-whoa on the west side rules don't apply
For a man on a mission, either you
wants to drop some information
Just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When
you see my blessings
Don't go wondering
What is happening?
Is God keep me rising
Never leave me falling
If you see me failing
Brethren go on praying
Though message to the felon, keep sellin'
My brethren
The end of an era soon coming I tell 'em
Bumpy Johnson showed us the way
Don't fail him
Big Meech
by his wage
Even though it's in the millions that shit don't define my brilliance
Open your mind and maybe you can see the billions
Of people that
She picks up her receiver when she knows it's my ring
Why don't you mind your own business?
(Mind your own business)
Well, if you mind your business,
the hell can you do, my friend?
In this place that you call your town
Party, party, party, party, party, party
Party, party, party, party, party, party
yeah, "this party's at the fun, this party's at the fun house"
I don't know about that
Alright y'all, could you, could you be quiet for a minute,
all broke down
May the spirit of good brethren, turn you around
And may the devil's evil eye, pass you right by
Don't you look back my friend
Bitch, is what a man don't need (uh-huh)
Rubbers, shows I'm a careful lover (uh)
Stutter (stutter) is what I do in trouble, what?
My man, Timbaland
Just get off wall,let's have a ball
The '70's are gone,it's the '80's ya'll
Grab a flygirl by the hand and ask her to dance
c'mon fellas don't be
Oh we was dancing in a really big city
Got excited by the sound of a party
Now my heart beat while the music was groovin'
And if you wanted to you
kill it? Kill It
The way she got it poppin'
Oh, it's probably hotter than a skillet
But baby don't tweek like you ain't no freak
Peep I keep my game
don't give your money to that lyin cheatin man
Cold baloney and I'm home by myself
Well I'm five years old and it sure is cold
Mama's out cookin'
Lite.
Girl put on that short little party dress and make me a little bit jealous.
It's gonna be a wild weekend,
Been on the phone with all my
can't wait to play
Get lost in track like Jack and Kate
Gave you my word and me never lie
Only in church man would I testify
You is my brethren, I'm your
brethren to be sevens and being friends
Tecca don't wanna see kiddies die
Minors in the stretcher, so what you gonna do with them 25 lighters on your
rest, they can put it on me
When they wanna go off
They know when my money show off
I don't ever get it one way, yeah
Spend it and I get it same
Everybody's chilling by the fireplace
All my family's here
It's my favourite holiday
We can play a board game
Scrabble or monopoly
Just make sure
While y'all drive match box,
I push the hot wheels,
Don chichi wit' da mass appeal,
Lettin' champagne spill,
From my house to my grill, see,
All
You don't have to lie, I know exactly where you've been
'Cause you're chewing off my ear while you're chewing on your chin
No we're not
East Virginia,
Now my friends say it's here to stay.
How dare you have a party
In a Chelsea basement
When the poor excited Jezebel said come
shit, movin' through Watts
To my L.A. Confidential brothers, movin' on cops
But what you're goin' through and everybody phone don't work
'Cause in war
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