Lyrics:
sister
Cryin' cause she doesn't have a dress
Without a patch, for the party to go
Oh, but she knows, she'll get by
She is... Livin' In The Love
there ain't nothin' like a first time feelin'
Wrapped up there in a blanket, nervous kiss, hands were shakin'
Yeah we knew we were getting into, there
to re-introduce myself!
My name is Hov! H-to-the-O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then, you can call me
The CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'!
Fresh
What a dreadful town, what a vulgar place
What an awful mistake to have come here
To be on display in that shameless way
For the crude common
Beat up little seagull
On a marble stair
Tryin' to find the ocean
Lookin' everywhere
Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea
Ain't
Ain't nothin too loose or locked too tight for a man like me
I might take it slow, 30 through town
But on a back dirt road
Girl, I put the hammer down
I keep dwellin' on the past, babe
Know what I need, yeah
I need some real good lovin'
'Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real
clown, town
Coast to coast, see
I been tryin' to stay away
From sluts like you
Got me turned off completely by that
Sheisty shit that you do
Knew from jump
guys out in CHI-town, the whole cali
Westside, LA, bay area, Dego, Houston, Dallas, Memphis
Keep it krump, Detroit, i see everybody
Every hood, every
brain on the plane
[Chorus]
[Common]
I come from Chi-Town lost and found in the struggle
Where dudes say stay safe and stay out of trouble
Speak
sister crying
Because she doesn't have a dress without a patch
For the party to go,but you know she'll get by
Cause she's living in the love
bricks in Richmond
We was in Cocaine heaven, I was fish scale dreamin'
We jus' got in the town, we was strapped up schemin'
First Country caught a body,
walk you out)
Step by step, watch yourself
Cleaners got anything you might've left
I couldn't do none of this by myself
With mafia, they in the tuck
I'm in the furniture trade
Got a new job today
But stick the cretin
On the number-three lathe
Went down the town
To a HM club
The sign had
that leather when I ride
I'm the cream of societies I'm a man about town
Never looked long for nothin' that I ain't found
I ain't always right but I
Oh yeah
In these days of changing ways
So called liberated days
A story comes to mind of a friend of mine
Georgie boy was gay I guess
Nothin
on the street got something to say
Until they get sprayed in the face with a gay like Mase
I don't hate the fagged let's get dashed and crunk
I was lifted by
let's dream the road away
Phasing through this vaporous gestalt
Silhouettes in a ballet drowned in asphalt
Rendezvous at the electric town
Rendezvous
common in these parts
Now life in this world can be such a bitch
And dreams are often torn and shattered and hard to stitch
Negative, the attitude that
bet that he'll turn out to be
The spittin' image of his dad
But he'll have more common sense
Than his pudding-headed father ever had
I'll teach
deserve to get throwed, throwed
Well I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never fuck a hoe without head no more
I never pull up in nothin' less than
When you're ready for steady to go dancin', romancin'
Grab your sweetheart and jump in your car
Drive right on down to the bright side of town
. biff . . . dush-h-h!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
Is your wife snoring by the sink?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
It's Rosay, I need a hundred bottles,
Yellow bitches, all of 'em swallow
H town, nigga three o five
I can move them packs, each and every night
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