Lyrics:
Well hello, it's good to hear your voice
I hate to call so late, but I didn't have a choice
I'm calling you from Dallas, headed for L.A.
I wish I
"Oh my"
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why
I dip through in that six-trey, like "Sick 'em, Dre"
I'm an itch that they can't
I'm so sick and tired of the shit on the radio
And MTV, they only play the same thing
No matter where I go
I see Ashanti in the video
I want some
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
doesn't matter
I'm going to turn my TV on
'Cause everything looks beautiful on video
No point in talking now
I'm gonna have to escape by cathode ray
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
like a lunatic
Had to stop for a few ticks
I started feeling sick
Got to the video shop in a state
But chuffed it, wouldn't be late
Only when he
I feel too bad
I'm feeling mighty sick and sore
So bad I feel
I said I'm feeling sick and sore
And so afraid
My man don't love me no more
Video virgins dressed like whores
So sick and tired of being ignored
They only like it when he's mean
So wrapped up in his plastic scene
Leather
borough
Be some brothers from the East with some beats that be thorough
Got the solar gravitation so I'm bound to pull it
I gets down like brothers are
of motherfuckers who back stab me
And anyone who thinks they're better than me
Sick of getting wrote off without getting a chance
So I'm coming full force when I
side of me
They saying I'm looking like a lady
They say that love has gone and changed me
But don't be fooled by everything you see
Gotta let
(yo, you know what I'm sayin'?) why are you so mad?
Yo, I'ma I'ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggas why you mad, son
Tell
cape
Town so the homie can see
To let him know it's more then just Parmalee
He said, "Good luck" and paused the video
The moment his phone ring
That fast
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
go platinum"
They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur
Don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenacting her boy
So I'm click-clackin' this toy, mash
by choice
All this time I knew
That average was something to fall back on
After genius ends
I watch video only difference is it's flat and (?)
history
Just repeat history
Just repeat history
Why are we separated
Defined by our greed and hatred?
Why aren't we all united?
I'm so sick
People died so I can rhyme
You think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time?
Step up with that weak shit
You're psychologically,
should
I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so
When you're slippin', I slip the clip in
But ain't no set trippin'
'Cause it's Death Row, rollin'
from that Mitchell and Ness
So find your spinal cord, uh-uh-oh, I digress
I guess I'm just too fresh, to finish that line, Denaun's ain't next
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