Lyrics:
You can tell by her smile she's such a love child
And every man in this place would love to be in her space
As the night settles down she'd meet
I am ghetto, boy, chillin'
Represent for the niggas in the hood and how they livin'
Heavy metal concealin'
Hustlin' 'til you touch a 9 to 5 of drug
Girls, this one for that special boy, you already know who it is
Ooooh he make ya heart go flutter like no other
Got you feeling butterflies in ya
Diggy, me I'm more Biggie
No diss to the young boy im just rappin get bored quickly
Just to make up for that line invite him on tour with me
Show him
depressed, filled with gloom
The more and more I understand why you had to hide in that room, fuck
It's been some time since I had someone I could tell this
near me in presence
Oh, I went and dropped some presents off for Easter
To them two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their
Minds
of the week
And working hard to make two ends meet
So erase all the negative thoughts from your mind
Don't judge me by the past 'cause I am right this time
you want me leggo
(repeat)
I am appointed by Jah
To go everywhere and preach
People of this world
Request that I speak
I am present in
follow me
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you droppin' it, it's killin' me
I'll meet you in the VIP
Ooh boy, tell me
Out
presence
Or I went and drop some presents off to ease it to them
Two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their minds a little
And dawg you'll
Once the dogs have quit their barking
Son, my neighbour said to me
Know the emptiness of talking blue the same old sheep
Run, I'll do no more this
go for the ice
Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice
I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise
Meet me by the VIP let's
Money bitch, Money bitch, Money bitch
Boy I got money, money, money i got mo money
Ever run out of guap, I get more money
Don't gotta think, I just
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
I'm smokin by the big screen
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put
I came to her dressing room door.
CHRISTINE:
And look at you, Raoul. You look just like that handsome
boy in the opera box. The one who would always
I'm smokin by the big screen
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put
gasp
Sure enough, in this little world
The little boy meets one of those little girls
And he thinks she a bad bitch and she thinks she a bad bitch
He
when I landed
I'm waitin' in my hotel room
Seems like we're arguin' more and it's gettin' less romantic
Yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon
But
me
No more bein' poured drink
Specials at winners or being ignored by the
Think straight sinners
I used to smoke pinners while
My moms made dinner now
like I was tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore
I
get through this man, meet me by the sto'
And I don't know, what they told you boy
I got that A1, whole baking soda boy
You could add the B12, put it in
while I was rappin' they was growin' up fast
Nobody stepped in to ever slow 'em up, gasp
Sure enough, in this little world
The little boy meets one
that you know
yo' boy was tryin' to holler at her uh she be out there too
(Oh yeah yeah)
let's go get our bump on You ready?
[Cube]
Now which one
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