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So you gus hustle get there
God's time the best time
So I no dey worry cause na just time
I be young boy with a big dream
So I dey pray hard
the suit has just bought a new car
From the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn't make
in 1991, just a happy child
Playing beneath the summer sun
A vacant lost his playground, by 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet against him, junior
a Big Ben 'larm clock
But I finally got upstairs after passing seven bears
'Twas the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.
By my bedroom door
I hide myself inside the shadows of shame
The silent symphonies were playing their game
My body echoed to the dreams of my soul
This god is
places round my neck
Bathed by the sunshine and the seas of pearls
Fanned by tanned skinned beautiful girls
A twitch of a grass skirt caught my eye
I said
[Chorus:]
Rag Doll livin' in a movie
Hot tramp Daddy's little cutie
You're so fine they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam
Hot time
by my creator
Going home to where I came from long ago
And the big wheel keeps on turning round and round
Into eternity with me to cosmic meadows
heard her drawl, Southern drawl.
Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport,
And I followed you, Big River, when you called.
deals and smalls
He`d better have a dream that goes beyond four walls"
You think he should be sent outside playing with the traffic
When pieces of him
do it big then get your weight up (notorious)
Stack another rack never pay cut (double up)
You playing chess with some checkers (whoa)
I'm a King you
She was the rose of Sharon from paradise lost
From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross
I was playing a show in Miami in the theater
I hide myself inside the shadows of shame
The silent symphonies were playing their game
My body echoed to the dreams of my soul
This god is
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
A hole in the screen door big as your fist
And flies on the butter
Mama baking sugar cookies, we were watching
the bitch niggas hatin' on him
Mad ?cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them
Big cars, big wheels, big chain
Big pimpin', big money
Big dreams, dreams, dreams
Big
Muthafucka, sometimes, you feel like a nut
That's what you do
What we got here, uh, check it out
Here's another one, uh, uh
By the Notorious
every time I heard her drawl, Southern drawl.
Then I heard my dream was back Downstream cavortin' in Davenport,
And I followed you, Big River, when
a fact of life, now man and wife
Work full time to just get by
And when we're home all
It's gonna be is me and you
But when in Rome, do as the Romans
nowhere)
We can't be stopped now, 'cause it's Bad Boy for life (yeah, yeah, yo, yeah)
And ain't shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G
machine
To buy a candy cane
But right next to that was a boy I knew
With a spring in his hand
Playing a country pinball machine
Called "Stand By Your
the way foot comes down,
Just to give you the run down,
Krutch be droppin' it, daybreak to sundown,
When the smoke clears,
Who you think'll be standin'
the suit has just bought a new car
From the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn't make
every day.
Aw, but look at me now my women's left town
And a buck is getting hard to come by
Yes, I must confess my life's a big mess
I'm so low I could
Hope she talk to me
I can't hear (What cha gonna do?)
You can't sit down like no one all by yourself
(I just wanna talk to you) And nobody else, yeah
I
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