Lyrics:
tried to front my style
Sawed off his face when they broke him in half it was the dangerous crew and I
Tell ya it's true
Everything they said about
the arts, when the listenin' start
Open your head wide, and let the thought inside
My style fortified by all of Philadel-phi
I've dealt more stealth than all
what you got until you're comin' back
Down on the farmland Mississippi shade
The folks down there they told me take it day by day
And walk
[INTRO CHORUS]
HE'S A NICE GUY
how ya doin
HE'S A NICE GUY
Good to see you
HE'S A NICE GUY
How ya momma and them
[VERSE 1]
Mr. Niceguy
My teardrops fell like rain that day
When I heard what Joni had to say
Jimmy Jimmy please don't cry
You'll forget me by and by
It's been five
ya other girlfriend a note
Tellin her to shake u and bring back a quote
You get my vote for tha one with tha deepest throat.
Chorus: (x2)
I know this
that told ya ?money and the fame?
Would fill the crater that you dug for yourself
Unlike you I'm no vision to myself, lest you forget
You didn't
My homies say this girl is cramping my style
(Yeah, yeah, come on)
And I don't know how
I'm so (caught up)
I'm really feeling it (caught up)
night
I've been hurt and we've been had
You leave home, and you don't go back
Someone told me Monday, someone told me Saturday
Wait until
We're gonna move on up
One by one
We ain't gonna stop until the work
Is done
Am I black enuff, black enuff for ya
Am I black black enuff for ya
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
day light
G-E-T-L-I-V-E alright
Trans-hypnotic robotic can't stop it
No limits to this style you know you can't lock it
First you mock it, rock it
(Bigga)
Nigga, how you figure (how you figure)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh)
The number one question is
That you need and ask me for
Are weakened by my actions
And lies that I have told
I'm scared to think that I've abandoned you
I'd like to say that
gold leaf
Used Oil of Olay, 'cause my skin gets pale
And then I got the file for my fingernails
I'm true to the style on my behalf
I put the bubbles
Yes
At the start of the new jiggyness
With the Trackmasters
Camp Lo and
Willie
Gon' give it to ya
Know what I mean
Lot of macoronis
as far as they can take it
My nine to five is just to hit ya; get the party live
I'm black thought, used to rap for sport
Now the rhymes sayin' rent
of fashion
Niggas keep stealin' my style, now we out here matchin'
I did it by being myself with no dramatic acting
I couldn't sit around and wait, I had
I've often been told that time bring 'bout a change
I've often been told that time bring 'bout a change
Yes, I've had two years of torture and my
(Bigga)
Nigga, how you figure (how you figure)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh)
The number one question is
destiny how we found each other twice in one lifetime
I tried life without ya, been thinkin' 'bout ya, you don't know how long
And we got so much time
Mama mama pray for your son
All of my life I've been told
That the LA streets was paved with gold
Fame and fortune waiting to reward ya
But it
what you got until you're comin' back
Down on the farmland Mississippi shade
The folks down there they told me take it day by day
And walk
I've got to love somebody today
I've got to love somebody
I've got to love somebody today
I've got to love somebody soon
Tired of movies all by
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