Lyrics:
the room, yeah
Singing loudly and sorta' out of tune
Was escorted by a friendly slag
'Round the ... back
Wandered c-c-cross ...
Missed my step and I
Strictly For The Mamis
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Let me see you wiggle it wiggle it
Chiquita back it up
You know me love it
The way your bumba kak
the room, yeah
Singing loudly and sorta' out of tune
Was escorted by a friendly slag
'Round the ... back
Wandered c-c-cross ...
Missed my step and I
Of a small town
Southern man
Finally death
Came callin'
For this small town
Southern man
He said it's alright
'Cause I see angels
And they got me
By
Put up, what up, BO BO BO!
Suckers want to flow but they got no show
So I'm a grab the mic, flip a script, and leave ya stunned
Buckshot's the one
music
Way back in the days, 1979
Fatback Band made a record usin' rhyme
In the same year come the Sugarhill Gang
With the pow pow boogie,
Sunday mornin' when the paper comes
Let's read it front to back and see what's going on
Drink our coffee by the flower bed
And talk about
the way you planned
And you'll know you didn't beat me
When you look down and see
I got an I heart question mark
Written on the back of my hand
Written
Let me start it by telling you something
I think there's one thing you should know
We ain't playin' no games, this ain't no playground
It's time
its a shame how the ghetto got him
And word is bond - I wanna cry when I think about him
Three bullets to his back on his own block
Not a way to go,
Take a few M-16s to the hood
Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?
I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House
Republican run up, get
the way you do
We put back all the things we use
On Saturn
There's no sense to keep on doing such crimes
There's no principles in what you say
No
to love
And it paid me back in change
God help me am I the only one
Who's ever felt this way?
A heart that's worn and weathered
Would know better
happy
I won't stand in the way
Though the bitter taste still lingers on
From the night I tried to make her stay
I see a lot of people
As I make
blast ya never call ya master
Who is that kickin' up shit much faster?
Rollin on a scooter, you know I might do ya
See a black clock and my buck
now and then I see your face in another cloud
And every now and then some old something takes me right back again
Every now and then
You can
ain't even, jet back, ante up, bitch
Free them boys
(Shit hard)
(Where you at, Bo?)
We gon' make it off the ave, get a half, then I shake it
Held back by the battles they fought for me
Calling me to be part of their property
And now I see that I get no chance
I get no break
Fakes
breaking
It's the risk that I'm taking
I ain't never gonna shut you out
Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your
Paid the dues
To be the boss
Long day
I came a long way
From Afro to fade
Wi look good any way
Any day
Hook:
BoX braids & leather boX boX
Bo
gon' be litty
Vintage pieces by the time she hit the city, yeah-ah
Vintage frames, I see nobody fuckin' wit' him
Pretty thug, out the third ward, hit
See her in that very tight skirt
Got what it takes
Just to make yo hurt
Don't you see by those big bright eyes
Prefer to treat her nasty and low
I never dreamed you'd leave in summer
I thought you would go then come back home
I thought the cold would leave by summer
But my quiet nights will
You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back
It's true, the way I feel
Was promised by your face
The sound of your voice
Painted on my memories
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