Lyrics:
your acorn
Fuck what they say in they songs
Gangstas dont stay long
They make a little noise then they gone
Thats why I tell my sister I love her
know there's niggas that's molded by television shows
Opinion sold but most's stay null and void
A little gossip make little people feel more important
Miscommunication lead to complication
My emancipation don't fit your equation
I was on the humble, you on every station
Some wan' play young Lauryn like she dumb
Miscommunication lead to complication
My emancipation don't fit your equation
I was on the humble, you on every station
Some wan' play young Lauryn like she dumb
blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath
Bumpin' gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash
'Cause from Eazy-E, to DOC, to DPG
Started from that SOB, DRE
Like
blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath
Bumpin' gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash
'Cause from Eazy-E, to DOC, to DPG
Started from that SOB, DRE
Like
think I'm in the Dungeon Fam, I see lo green
Sons raised by bo queens but there's no kings
(No kings, no kings)
Come with me
Run quick see, what do
Creating lots of Lyte, get it?
How many different ways can I say it?
Piano Man, how many ways can you play it?
I spell it out, the L-why-T-E
Without
tight so
Fill it up, got CDs in the trunk
We getting mad love, we go wherever we want
I know they'll trip once they hear me play this song
I'm bumping
a king with the crown
And other people naysay
But they ain't gonna bring me down
Don't worry mama, the bills are paid
I got skills for days
That's why I
of me, yeah
Then I send it off to Ben and Reed, yeah
Mix it down and make it clean, yeah
Pussy rappers they can take a seat
And if they don't wanna play
the rice rain
Uncle Ben's off the rails on the night train
And that storm took us to the platform, pushas
Back to the bachelor's backdoor, unhook us
Hope
on the E-way
Niggas nowadays get some fame, do the same thing
Run it up, seen these lights, know my time coming
Adjust to the game, nah nah, I don't say nun
if you wanted me then you should've just said
She's singing
Ah lahmlahlah
Don't fuck with my love
That heart is so cold
All over my home
I don't wanna
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
labeled a misfit
Everyday sucks dick, even Christmas
Don't play this song for the Christians
Crucify my words and image
Can't get past the line
a ground-ball play
I'm coming from the underground like it's Groundhog's Day
I'm talking so underground that when I talk about J, nigga
I might mean J Dilla,
As long as music plays its part
Good good part
Our song
It gives us a reason
Our song
That good remedy
Music has magic
It's good clear syncopation
Back then i was caught up but but know that i can't wait no more
Back then i was brought up be a king and imma play that role
And niggas swear they
on the subject of hoes, whatever happened to the hoe you used to fuck
With
Named cathy? ? ?
[song again...]
Ok cathy
That hoe was hot.
The first peace of pussy
Learning game from a square
No wonder you play wit dice
It's a room full of kings roasting man
That's Harlem nights
You took three lefts
And you still can't
[E-40]
The definition of quarterbackin'
The quarterback..
Tell the cops don't read into it
Them days of slangin' yay been finished, them days
up, su casa, you're my corazon
You record the show, then play it back when I'll be gone
cnd now it's on and on and on
They've got me playing old songs
up, su casa, you're my corazon
You record the show, then play it back when I'll be gone
cnd now it's on and on and on
They've got me playing old songs
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