Lyrics:
I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
You wanna battle? Swing
I bring commandin' men like I was king
In all your dreams
ounce smooth
'Till you hanging
Don't talk much 'cause the pain is crazy
Times are hard things are hazy
Lord I'm so tired
To make it in this town you
ounce smooth
'Till you hanging
Don't talk much 'cause the pain is crazy
Times are hard things are hazy
Lord I'm so tired
To make it in this town you
and turning nights are over
I don't even feel a touch of blues
Once more I can see the sun a shining
Shining though I know I'm over you
So don't think it ain't
Omaha
Till I stop seein' that face I'm ready to ramble
Let's nake a U-turn and head back
We may be thumbin' ourselves pretty soon less you get more
time you walk by you get my inspection
All you gotta do now is make your selection
And it won't be hard to win this election
[Chorus]
I done been
your beeyotch
In the hood, every nigga wanna be like me
I'm doing good for a nigga that got 3 IGs
Be tha realest motherfucker till I D-I-E
It's Bishop
Wildcat Kelly, lookin' mighty pale
Was standin' by the Sherriff's side
And when that Sherriff said, "I'm sending you to jail"
Wildcat raised his
I wished I had you in Carrickfergus,
Only for nights in Ballygrand,
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
The deepest ocean to be by your side.
But
And it was me and that old hobo till you showed up again
Then he ran out of liquor and I've run out of time
I'm standing by the ocean, but you're still
years is the limit, but eight will do
By then there'll be Bobby-
-And Teddy, too
Or Peter or Stephen-
-Or even you
Ooh!
And then there's
I don't know what I left you for
See I thought that I could replace you
He can't love me the way you do
'Till now I never knew
Baby
I'm
're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
You the number one trophy wife
So it's only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in
my head, yeah
Over my head, ooh
Over my head
Little girl, I was so mistaken
Thought that you were my friend
In a world that is full of hatin'
I'm
Here, the opp I cooked
Here, the opp is fried
cnd nothing‘s overlooked
Till I‘m satisfied
So I came in to slide, came in to hide, came in to fight
U
moment when it feels the best
I'm gonna slide over to the right (slide over)
I'm gonna find my space in the morning light
Someday you may find me by
I'm wit ya
I know what it's like when they know you now
But bark at your dog baby, and I'll hold you down
Time and time and time again
I knew that
on
The motherfucking D-R-E servin' a death wish
So I'm a hit you like this
Early in the morning hop into the Benz
I got 44 wayz of gettin' paid
Sittin' in my lap
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
Please come to Boston in the springtime
I'm stayin' here with some friends, and they've got lots of room
You can sell your paintings
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
a Tyson blow to the dome
Back up son give me room give me room
To set it off like this don't give it up
I'm all up in you till you just can't get
back by my side
The flame only burns when you´re here in my life
You´re the only one for me
Please tell me how i'll ever get over you,
Though i know
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