Lyrics:
That's why you maney-ass rap niggas better know
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it
tryna pick it up like a call (hey)
I'ma hit it, I'ma beat it up, latch onto it until tomorrow, yeah
Shorty, I can see that you got so much energy
With no work to be done
Under that awning
They call the sky
Stretching and yawning
And let the world go drifting by
I want to peep
and lovers pass by
Smiling and joking
But they don`t know the fool I was
Why should they care what was lost
What was broken?
But if I call, I know
why we talking about it
Yeah, we talking about it
So deal with it, don't try to get by it
Ain't no time to deny it
So we had to sit down and just
alive cos they call the Midwife
For the 4th time: call the Midwife
I'm so glad that they tried to call the Midwife
They were called Karens & Keirs
at all
She don't want your loving anymore
She don't want your kisses that's for sure
Why do you let them put you down
And let em call you Cathy's
by the tree cuz
Chorus:
[I love it when you call me Big Poppa]
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true playa
[I love it when you call me big
a time they were counting
You out of this race.
You stood up like a champion
That had fallen like grace;
Never showing the anguish
That had covered
This is for all the fans that waited, the bitch niggas that hated
Old hoes we dated, look mama, we made it
Your son out in Barbados, cheese eggs
You gave me the strength to keep fighting
And you stayed right by me
And I know it's all because of
Grace
I know it's because of
Grace
It's only
Tell them call the stations and ask
Them why they hate on us
Took an ouch for his people just
So he can stay in touch
Check the record books
It's better
I'm gonna walk across the desert, 'til I'm in my right mind.
I won't even thing about, what I left behind
Nothing back there anyway, that I can call
why we talking about it
Yeah, we talking about it
So deal with it, don't try to get by it
Ain't no time to deny it
So we had to sit down and just
sabotage my hustle, shawty, that's why
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
All they will call you will be deportees
My father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers
into some shit, we never pop shots
We walk, scrap whatever he was
And live to talk about it then we get old 'cause
We keep a pack of zig zags for that
talkin' on the low
But it's cool, know you heard it all before
That's why I asked you
How you mean? How you mean?
Thought you knew about the team,
I am in the right place
I'm gonna chat it in a style and chat it in a grace
Eat good food drink good you know that's to my taste
Now make
that they get a shot of me
It's my swag (they wonder what's so special 'bout him)
(Why they ain't sellin' records like him, tell 'em)
It's my swag
the local pally
That's where the big bands used to come and play
My sister went there on a Saturday
Come dancing
All her boyfriends used to come and call
Why
I just thought that you should know
Call it what you want to
But a rose by any other name is still that flower just the same
Take anything you
Call it no man left behind
Everybody's gettin by bye
We the new generation
Cut more pieces off the pie
Cut the pieces off send the missiles off
your girlfriend hired
But if you don't mind I'ma keep you on call
We above the law, we don't give a fuck 'bout y'all
I got dogs that'll chew a fuckin'
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