Lyrics:
a different set of rules
Dealing with someone like you
Keep you around like I'm in a crew
Hold me down like I depend on you
I don't ever wanna think for
oo oo oo oo oo oo
Will you foster, will you sow
One time in a lifetime
Make a list of all you own
And when you are gone
What will it do for you
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I
that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control
God
I ain't leavin' without you, bitch
Comin' home with me
And my boy,
yes, indeed
Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin' me
With your attitude to match right, don't be phony
'Cause I hate it when you act like you
to see you bring that
You know the road when a nigga been there
You know they all love a nigga when ya
Rollin' in my hoopty, it get me from A to B
I'm good
to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay
damn full of it keyboard money mark you
Know he's not having it just give him some wood and he'll build
You a cabinet I'm convinced that Vince is
pain
I can take your sins away
One by one they all fall down
When you show me something like this
And you show me something like that
All I know is
Nigga why you actin' like a ho?
Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go
Tell me girl why you be stressin me for time
When you tell me you
congregated
Moon stricken, yeah, they think I'm crazy
When they ask me how I rap so quick, I say poon-lickin'
Don't play my shit, you'll have everyone in
The underworld watches in horror
As this marks the day that
3 of America's most notorious outlaws
Will be executed for their crimes
Together
is found in a noun
Mommas think that cap and gowns is
The greatest hope to be found
Daddy's hope is in his zero
That's preceded by some commas
My
when X you blew in sorrow
I ain't tryna paint a dark picture
But I think that I needed a heart to heart with ya
But when the spark hit ya thinkin'
All you heard was Big Chan
Don't hit me no mo'
Shit this ain't a game
Street niggas know the m-o
I kill em with words
Serve em like them dealas
Do
the middle
Of your disk jockey program
This is the mark of a professional
Yeah, if you could throw a couple yeah, uuh
Right, when he's playin' the drum, you
outstandin'
I'm gettin' busy if you know what I mean
Always settin' me a mark in the hip hop scene
On the radio the greatest of all times
like Mohammed Ali
"son, how come you think you be my connect?"
Said "pops, your ass is washed up with all due respect"
He said "well nigga, then show me how it all makes
the greatest of punters
Got the lens well cleansed, vision ain't blurred
Imma fight till the end, leave a mark on the Earth
I act on my will, don't reduce it
(Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary)
You think you got (Sing it girl)
What it takes to please me
I'm not impressed by your honesty, oh no, no
I don't
Saw-bones standin' at the door
Waiting till I hit the floor
He won't find me anymore
When I get to the border
CHORUS:
Monday morning, Monday morning
Closing
hug, I miss that kiss
I miss that love
Really cause, I miss that bitch
And I love it when you hit that switch
Shorty tell me how you get that thick
Who's accountable for establishin' world peace?
Catch the thugs, get rid of the drugs
Cure the poor, when will the bullshit cease?
Think of what you
body, to your soul!
[Chorus]
You better, pack up your bags, better get out of town
'Cause when the God come you know he gon' be putting it down
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