Lyrics:
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
Together, you better
Cause pretty soon it's gonna be too late
A message from King Tee The Great
Sisters, since we are the
Mothers of this earth
It's time we
in love
This is where it started all off nigga
But now, look at where we at now, like what the fuck
I mean you-
The first song is "L.A."
So
but now that I see you, I know it must be true
He's come to put his house in order
And that's why the man is King
Drugs, protection, you name it
fainted
A really grim picture is painted
The brother who she acquainted
Was the enemy, scary ain't it?
The Pubic Enemy
Yeah!
Let me tell you more
Got it all off the muscle
Digged up, where's the shovel?
Can I get seven Hallelujah's (yeah), God good, this ain't luck though
I maneuver
I'm
leave it home
If he ain't got it right by now, then scratch him off
They just called me, said it's about twenty strong
They standin' at the door, don't
they can teach
Far from alone when its us its you and me
I'll never give up on you just tell me
You won't give up on me
Take this love day by day
to wait 'cause I really do kill this shit
Stacks on deck, and baby you know the song,
So sing along, c'mon...
[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
Shawty what it is
Just keep it real and well see when the situation is tainted
Love is always free
Real love true love tainted love
Real love true love tainted love
Real
them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
Gabriel's playing for me?
A king needs a queen, and Clara my dear
Will you sit on this throne again?
Can I be forgiven?
Clara: “Of course my love.”
Sherlock:
shit
Yeah, yeah, shorty wan suck on my dick
Oh, oh, this ain't no jig, is a trick
Shit, shit, by the way I'm slinging this brick
Codeine straight to my
That's true love
Mickey and Mallory
Back up
You don't want this smoke nah
Got each other's back it's that vida loca
All I need in this life to win
Is just
block
And pull you outta life
And I now know it's true
You lied and walked away
I just wanted you to stay
But you love to play these games with me
I
(Tip, I got you, nigga)
Do it all against the odds, baby, Lord knows (aha)
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born fo' (you already know what this is
This ain't nothin new
Focused on the bigger things
Til I got them coming true
I don't want no fake friends
I can't have no dumb bitch
This type of stuff
King Keshawn engineered this shit
Kemp
I rather get me some money than beef with you dummies
Seem like my only friend Ben Frank AT ALL
I rather get
just that great what can I say
The king is back Zip be that put on a beat and I'll rip that crap
I'll rip that track and make it phat I'm a trick fresh
"Yeah, that might be true, but she don't need another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump off slick, this one here's my snucka"
He said, "Whatchu mean by
pimpin', drivin' four door cars
Ain't got no kids but them bitches love daddy
They had to share me or them bitches couldn't have me
Cause I'm a Mack with
Everybody knows it’s true
I just want to be right by your side
I just wanna let you know I’m down to ride
Our chemistry is real
I love the way we fit
Baby
them low-low's, girl
(Still) takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
It ain't nothin' but more hot
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