Lyrics:
'Round and 'round a penny goes
'Round and back again
Listen and I'll tell you
The places that I've been
I got stolen from a banker by Pretty Boy
there’s ten more waitin’ by the end of this song
And you know we’ve been known to get it on like that
Why is it take so long
Can’t wait to have you,
to hold me
God can you explain why
I sit alone in my four cornered room staring at candles
Gettin' hot tryin' to handle, this hand that's been dealt
that (Yeah you good, you doin' good)
I know you like that (Oh!)
How long you been back man?
Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome back
I see the girls
reminded that she's still lookin' good to you
Hey baby, have I told you lately you are as pretty as Greg Maddux?
This game's been played for centurys
Baby,
Jam Blues Man
There you lay
All by yourself
So please allow me
To introduce myself
I welcome you
To the house of sin
Open your mind
And let
hold your tongue
Although you've never been that strong
I'm sorry to say that I knew all along
You're no match for that sulky girl
She left her European
bitch (oh yeah)
Cause good game I'm talk it and yet you're so true some women will have you feeling blue like Crips
I lay my feet upon the path and I
Worry when it's not effect
This game is fine by me
All the words for retribution
Only add up to revenge
Overpower me, devour me
As the knife goes
back, send you on your way, yo good lookin')
(Yo what you wanna do with that mac, double numbered)
Hit you up, take that cash, just like you wondered
been watchin' Dre so long I'm makin' beats now
Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town
I mean Chi-Town, fuck it, it can go down
Nigga I spit
I'm down to ride 'til the sun burn out
If I die today I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I'm been in 'em by myself
Locked up I
town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I
beers
So you're getting married good for you
Its first inning Braves are down by two
Grab a seat and keep your big mouth shut
And don't ruin it for
the weather, we play all the same
They call us champs, 'cause we been champions (champs)
And we been off with a Super Bowl ring (ice)
We know the game like
together
(Share the land) everybody singin' and laughin'
(Shake your hand) good times, good times
(Share the land) everybody walkin' by the river now
'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day,
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Yo yo check it
Unattached and calm sundaes and pills I palm
with intentions to make it to the league
Intrigued by two letter cars SE's
the corn grow, baby that's a good night
Anyone from the heartland is gonna understand
What I'm talking about right now
Ain't no doubt, we got a game plan
[Chorus]
I'm blowin' good yeah I smoke it by the song,
And when them niggas call I don't pick up my phone
Niggas acting like broads make me pick
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
Mark, this has been the game of the century
A true nail biter coming down to the very last second
How do you think this is gunna play out?
John, I
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