Lyrics:
back home
[Chorus: Wyclef]
A grown man ain't supposed to cry
So why does water fill my eyes when I hear your voice
(What about the baby! What about
don't need em
Treat em like we meet em, and never give up freedom
And we only give our number to selected few
And it's best that you, never knew, what
Voice
Or Have Your Touch And Kiss Your Lips
'Cause I Don't Have A Choice
Oh, What I Wouldn't Give To Have You
Lying By My Side, Right Here, 'Cause, baby
time, we'll give it to you easy, when I take back what's mine
With pleasured hands, and torture everyone, that is my plan
My job here isn't done, 'cause
Mac Daddy
Had he not known about the city I'm from
Long Beach, Tic Tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, stompin' in my khaki suit
B.G
there waitin' for the fizz
And don't know what the fuck it is
An oh lemme tell you 'bout shorty
He about seventeen lookin' like forty
Treats his forty
disappearin' and shit
I'm waitin' in the cold, what the fuck is goin' on?
When you get in, give me a fuckin' call alright?
When it comes to sex, I'm similar
Uh, find me a Kendall Jenner I'll be a gentleman to her
Give me a Jourdan Dunn she never gonna finish a nigga
Hol' up
Walk by, on fire baby
feat. LL Cool J, Scarface
[LL Cool J]
Uhh, uhh.. yeah
See I know how to get down, word up
It's so hot it's, LL's version of the East coast
walks (uh)
No substance, just small talk
Now why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
And workin' your back until you
Deserve to get what you give
Now you won't listen to nothing that I'm saying (woah, woah-ooh)
I rode past your house for hours
Just to feel close to ya
The self entitled here
To show us what we really need
We worship our own devices
False idols in a web of lies
Do we place all of our faith in a golden god
no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off of course
back that bitch is fuckin with dem gangstas
Eastside Westside these are my potnahs
Do that shit, you know what I'm talkin bout nigga
I tell you about
you're not
Everybody thought they knew the facts
Gave him love but he ain't give it back
Now you're wondering how we got here, yeah
See, I could be
Jimmy Iovine time
Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my voice give out
This is it my niggas, this what we boast about
Now I'm here, so shut your motherfucking
and the bad times
Yeah i'm thinking about it
I'm thinkin about what happened
Yeah i'm thinkin about it
I'm thinkin about what's after this
In my mind now i'm
I swallowed my pride
And now you're asking me to understand
And I'm telling you I can't
Why should Icare about your feelings
When you don't give
let Mel-Man hit it
And Hitman hit it; damn bitches
Man, this is what I'm talkin about
Chicken head, chicken fed, with a dick in yo mouth
Out
on and do what you say you can do
With a steel-nosed hammer on a four foot switch handle
John Henry raised it back til' it touched his heels then
Show the world you're no clown
Everybody wise up!
Say you got an "I","T"
Followed by apostrophe, "s"
Now what does that mean?
You would not use "it's"
walks (uh)
No substance, just small talk
Now why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
And workin' your back until you
me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fucker) motherfucker
Give a fuck who you claim to be
Yeah (nigga, what)
You still can't fuck wit me
Let's
Yeah yeah!
Don't look now, but here come the eightees!
I was so cool back in sixty-five
I had it made 'cause I understood what to do to survive
_(cropped).jpg/193px-Chris_Daughtry,_American_Idol_(3551102426)_(cropped).jpg "Chris Daughtry")
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