Lyrics:
just like you
I had to hustle hard never give up
Until I made it
Now why'all sayin that's a clever n****
Nothing to play with
Hate on me, I
friends when it was over
We used to play tag and hide and go seek, or
Hide and go get it if we had a few freaks, but
Now things changed, kids ain't
the letters
Just wanna be making records
Just wanna be making records
Play in, play out, fade in, fade out
Play in, play out, fade in, fade out
Making
with some wavy hair
Now you know that shit just ain't true
I would never do that to you
If that's the way you feel
You can play the field
And maybe then
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N
stars
I don't like small cars or real big women
But somehow I always find myself in 'em
I'm a hidden gem, a rollin' stone
I'm a one man band with
stars
I don't like small cars or real big women
But somehow I always find myself in 'em
I'm a hidden gem, a rollin' stone
I'm a one man band with
the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy
I'd play Sally Goodin all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife
mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
An independent
the man with the bag
I don't rap, I trap
But I look like I rap
Me and good dudes cool
Me and fake dudes ain't
I play by the rules
A fuck boy I ain't
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
Pitch the ball I'ma smack that s***
Yeah, ohhhhhh, going.. going
Yeah yeah what up son?
Yo I got this twenty two n**** play me like..
Nah, I ain't
ok
And I can dance better than any kid n' play
Play that funky music Come on Come on
Play that funky music, white boy
Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again
Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another sweet again
Steadily rewindin', trying to make
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up kid
Guns N Roses, hit 'em hit 'em up
a snowman
And pretend that he's a circus clown
We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman
Until the all the kids knock him down
When it snows
Ain't it
is where them thugs gonna find me
Rolling with those head bustas
My n****z spliting wigs
A couple f***ing g's n**** it can get did
Straight from
they don't hear, how they know?
(It's the DJ Clue)
N**** we don't play that s***, and spray that clip
You frontin a** n****, we slay that kid
We
of the glock
So cuckoo! The sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard
But don't forget the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy
And in the funeral, you'll be
at the crib, you could stay, me and Drake kick like Kid N' Play
The way that she servin' that cake, I gotta sit back and digest
I guess, fuck the fuck shit,
Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again
Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another sweet again
Steadily rewindin', trying to make
Yeah
This journey
This some shit we started
That’s why I can’t play with n****s
Yeah
There’s levels to this shit aww yeah
There’s levels to this shit
[GZA]
He's running in a short race, shoelace untied
Head down, facial expression he can't hide
Kid with no direction, seems confused
A victim who
curves so freak what you heard
Rollin' with the phatness
You don't even know what the half is
You gotta pay to play
Just for shorty, bang-bang, to look
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