Lyrics:
row alliance be assigned then aligned, too electric
So it flare like a chair in Texas, hot
Approach with extreme caution
No horsin' around when my
prepare to throw nigga
Get that ass dropped
Give us mad props and get packed I'm mad hot
So get that 'caine step to
The wrong fuckin' man
The crew too
the way we move, so man up if you can't adjust
You may end up gettin' rushed by too many to handle us (ha)
It's funny, I guess money does have its
came home (Ha)
They ain't wanna look out for my children
(Ha) now the fact I'm back, I been
Gettin' stacks, don't fuck with 'em
Tell 'em let's do it
Who dat I see laughing all alone
Who dat I see faraway from home
I guess that's me, it must be me
Who dat I see racing for the sun
Who dat said
You like I'm hot?
She gon' recognize a pimp
Gon' get up!
Do or Die and Twi-ista
All about the fetti man
One nigga
Anyway you see me puffin' on herb
Got
Guilty by association, know who moving with you
If they did when you winning, make sure they losing with you
A referee, I'm too official, I ain't blew no
I've never been closer
I've tried to understand
That certain feeling
Carved by another's hand
But it's too late to hesitate
We can't keep
want to know where the hell you been
Oh Left Eye
Teachers, children, mothers, and thugs
Everybody loves Miss Left Eye
Hot hot (burn)
Hot hot
I've never been closer
I've tried to understand
That certain feeling
Carved by another's hand
But it's too late to hesitate
We can't keep
Your laying on your bed - & making shadows on the wall
It's almost too hot to move -
Outside your window -
People are driving home from work - for
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
even sweats you look attractive in
Cook a meal at home, some yellow tail I pour a glass, pretend
Smash all night then wake you up to smash again
Felt
walk around tryin to be your clone
They really fear you, when you was at home they was pale
That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail
By
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
enough, if I offend you
Uh, I wrote this song when Dave drove home
And caught that flat, in the mean T Flats
And it made me think, if we could blink
I'm hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer shit
I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I'm
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell, hot
Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what
After a few weeks on the bus
Being porked by Toad-O's road crew
And being too exhausted to do their
Laundry on a regular basis
MARY is dumped in
must be my name
I can't deal
With who's real and who's not
Who treated me the same
When my record wasn't hot
They said I couldn't eat too
So I
You got it (baby)
You got it (uh huh)
Her name was Kim, this light skinned girl from Shaolin
Stood by my side when my world was caved in
She
where you at
At night, New York, eat a slice too hot
Use my tongue to tear the skin hanging from the roof of my mouth
Shit was felicissimo melting pot,
wait for me
You say you'll toughen up and go it alone
But I know the mice will play
When the master's not home
It's too late to cover it up
When
feels like everytime I fucking do I get jinxed
Cupid must have put a curse on me, six weeks
Have went by, and we only spoke twice
I'm sitting in your
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