Lyrics:
Life pours down into the neon heart (It's late at night)
Cement City is all a-spark (Yeah that's right)
The whores are loose and the dames are abroad
Tunechi, now give me some pussy
I ain't gotta paper-chase, 'cause my paper come to me
I know money look good, bitch, I knew that why you looking, huh?
Tunechi, now give me some pussy
I ain't gotta paper-chase, 'cause my paper come to me
I know money look good, bitch, I knew that why you looking, huh?
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
some gigs and carts,
Led by some farmers with lightness in their hearts.
"These are but the shadows of the things that have been"
Said the spirit: "We
album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature'
check out the cover
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force
Aw man, know I had to hit 'em with a part three real quick
Let me talk to 'em
I started writing this shit during deep contemplation
Inspired by my
You think we look pretty good together
You think my shoes are made of leather
But I'm a substitute for another guy
I look pretty tall but my
those (Fuck those)
I just emptied the pipe on
The bitch like Draino
My mom's job had her late home
So mom brought me a plate home
Both my grandpas are
smoking on that Mary Warren
Crew able to sway cause you don't feel important
Our four fathers looking at their daughters whoring
These rappers songs are
your whole album that shit wasn't heat enough
I'm ready spaghetti I'll fuck on your bitch and she ask are ya ready ( are ya ready ?)
I'm all in the club
Sort me out
Man, I went to this nightclub at the city
I started going
I thought, "Ah, yeah, I'll get
Pissed" then I yeah, no
I was a good looking guy,
didn't really believe me... haha, what's good?
Young God! Young God! Ay... for the Record this is how the young god came to be
You can turn it a little
Yeah I'm riding round the city
In something that's sitting pretty
Passenger looking ballsey
She as high as Diddy
Diamonds are looking flawless
Yes I pay
simpin'.
Oaktown players, strictly pimpin', baby.
My name is Short. Just what you've been looking for.
Sending young tenders on a wild goose chase.
Up
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
Yeah man, we good to throw down
Got my demo, man
To blow up in this rap game, man
Aw man, ain't that
DJ Superfly over there, man?
He work up
the good die young
If that's the case I guess I'll be dead by 21
Should I have some kids now
To carry on my legacy sorry lemme stop
My thought are getting
on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez
motherfuckin' Real G's
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*
Yo Dre, what's
me do my thing, nigga, let me be
I ain't perfect, I'll admit it, but who are you to judge me
I ain't fuckers on the skirt, getting money, that's my
Moving in tandem
This is what I wanna see
For the number one album
Every song is great it be
For the number one song
By Fabü yep is me
When you need
word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
up? Yup you were so embarrassed
See those are times I can't let go, I can't let go
Man I hate to see you single in the club looking for kisses
up, yup you were so embarrassed
See those are times I can't let go, I can't let go
Man I hate to see you single in the club
Looking for kisses
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