Lyrics:
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
I'd like to welcome you
To the B side
Of Couch Slut's fourth album
And to advise you
To crank it
Crank it up!
You know, I wasn't always
[Verse 1]
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
D
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
D
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D
4
This album was made by me only
There is some couple of genres
Well entering my energy with different vibes
There is 15 tracks on this album
If
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
and did an album with No I.D.
And ain't came back since
Now we the best in the city, I rep for the city
That's about the time that you left for the city
You'd be so nice to come home to
You'd be so nice by the fire
While the breeze on high sang a lullaby
You'd be all that I could desire
Under stars
the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
dans l'album photo
Où est passé cette joie d'vivre
Maintenant tu t'bats pour vivre
Chaque jour des suicides thoughts
Chaque jour tu caches des bobos
swag is but you was made in Paris
And Mama woke up the next day and shot her album package
Last time the miscarriage was so tragic
We was afraid you'd
You'd be so nice to come home to
You'd be so nice by the fire
While the breeze on high, sang a lullaby
You'd be all my heart could desire
Under
Every memory of looking out the back door
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Uh, top of the morning to you
You know, its been so dark outside
That I figured I'd turn a couple motherfuckin' lights on real quick
Uh, I ain't
You'd be so nice to come home to
You'd be so nice by the fire
While the breeze on high sang a lullaby
You'd be all that I could desire
Under
T H O D there
A.K.A. Johnny Blaze, A.K.A. Hot Nicks, The Iron Lung
Big John Studd, Johnny Storm, check it out yo
Our brother Meth is about to take
Against all odds, I'm still here n****
Aiyyy, I got to get my props for 2Pacalypse
O.P.D. -- what??!
When this album come out, n****z can kiss
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Earth Songs album. It has been released on The Flower That Shattered The Stone,
The profile on a postage stamp
I traced it by my reading lamp
Remembered when I'd sit in wait
Then marked our parting from that date
I read by line by
You'd be so nice to come home to
You'd be so nice by the fire
While the breeze, on high, sang a lullaby
You'd be all that I could desire
Under
Yo, yo can y'all' hear me out there
Let me intoduce myself ladies and gentlemen
See I go by the name of Big Woody Rock
And I'd just like you
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