Lyrics:
the skyscraper who's the amazing
Willie Stubz blazin the hazin
Hot like the mutha fuckin hell
That I be raising pimp shorty short be like
Please don't deport me
My
I called Chad on Wednesday night
So we could make plans for Thursday night
He said "we could go hit the Peapods"
I was like yeah, that's my
formed drawn in the brain
Sorn scorn by the pourin' rain
But I can stand it seldom do I feel stranded
Granded I stand with the style that is
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.E.E.P.
walked away
Gave me your all, that wouldn't make me stay
Murdered my ego when you walked away
Hold on, this train going by
Free to do what you want
gon tie in
In the bushes they lying, ain't lying that's my word
By the end of the month, they left with them birds
Zoned off that purp, I'm slurring
fourth since 18 and kept voting
Really do appeal to other people that I'm quoting
Some people know me, others on that Rubik's shit
Trying to match
get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you
that's just for us
Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
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
This Time Next Year
WrittenÃ'Â by Babyface, David Foster,
Toni Braxton(2001 from the album Ã'"SnowflakesÃ'")
Performed by Toni Braxton
Verse 1
This
to Pluto?
I said, "Of course!"
But if you ain't a sweety indeedy, I won't endorse
Hans Solo 'til I'm hit by the bullet, so may the force
Be with you,
got beer, weed, guns, AIDS
All these obstacles, it's hard to make it nowadays
Why's the Devil winning, some say it's our fault
If that's the answer,
the ground)
People understand that you're fuckin' with some motherfuckin' soldiers (yeah, bitch, bitch)
Crazy-ass Petey
I'm gon' tell a nigga just like this
raise up in the stack
Schoolin', I'm ready to feel pain bet you ass
Will be fillin on the
Foul type, then you say "Hi!" when I pass by
A nigga tryna act
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
dead
Straight from high street, raised by the o.g.'s
Never slanged keys, but quick to drop them be's
Put 'em in the trunk and that ain't no front
'Cause
cause a bad heart condition and
Which I create, cause that's my mission
So listen close, to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to never be gay
(b-i-atch)
I used to make that shit
(uh) , that make you wanna drive by
Then P sat me down, hooked me up
(uhh) and strapped me down
With the rowdy rowdy
(rowdy
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
that new me will be alright
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn my head to the West
Still nobody in sight
So I turn my
That wanna hit it too, I'm not the type to be actin' selfish
Set it out and let it out and I'll be right back just like Elvis
'Cause the postman rings
a Eastside
Party - Eastside!
You know it's crackin' like that -
Why you actin' like that?!
Hand me your glass - let me pour
You some yak - that's landy!
Now if
got beer, weed, guns, AIDS
All these obstacles, it's hard to make it nowadays
Why's the Devil winning, some say it's our fault
If that's the answer,
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