Lyrics:
Right back up in your mothafuckin' ass
9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up
D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some with your Dogg
No
your shit up
Some nigga got some bad ice cream, came short on the d-zough
Bout to hit the window gats out the window
and goin crazy, niggas can't
Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives I,
Walk on the moon, flow
Girl turn your ass around, and bring it back
Come here baby, we the niggas you wan be standing by
I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your
And come running to my open arms
When will you realize?
Do we have to wait 'til our worlds collide?
Open up your eyes
You can't turn back the tide
can't dance
let the music move your feet.
At night when you turn off all the lights
There's no place that you can hide
Oh no, the rhythm is gonna get'cha
Cha]
You can't leave, you can't breathe, you can't sleep
Hearts beat's goin - bu-bu-be -be -BUMP!
(It's like) Precious comin, can't turn your back
of, 'cause it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes
babysitters like, "Bitch, it's yo' turn!"
Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you
Even your superficial raps is super official
Are-are-are-Roc pastel with
time
Let me tell you that
I,
I can turn back the hands of time
You better believe I can
Oh I, you see, I can make the seasons change
Just
back
Puff your chronic sack
Your mind body and soul have been captured
And taken captive
By the motherfuckin puppet masters
The Soul Assassin button has
a dive
With your sister in the rain
Let her talk about the things
You can't explain
To touch is to heal
To hurt is to steal
If you wanna kiss the sky
unless they knew
I'm glad and that's a fact
That we can't turn that old clock back
Cause that Over Thirty Look
Looks good on you
Chorus
Just like vintage
wonderland feeling like the Son of Sam
I'm at your west coast branch, gun in hand
I'ma feel like superman,
Walk by the teller, better call the trooper, man
To get things back
The way they used to be
If your words had meaning
If you really cared about me
Tell me why can't I find love in your heart
If you
to spank me (mama)
My youngster shot somebody up, guess they made him angry
Two dead men right by the garbage, guess we done left 'em stankin' (yeah)
streets know game, can't ball, don't play
Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, Black Jack, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto
back time
No I cant turn back time
No I can't turn back time
I just wanna live the best life
I just wanna live the best life
I just wanna live the best
Slowly I turn, step by step
Through the backwindow, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set
While everybody in the house slept,
I disconnect the phones
For a second, I'm on some shit, like it was back in the days
When dudes'd really put that thing up to your rib cage
And pull a switch blade, do
of it's yours, half of it's mine
Only one to ball
Never wanna to fall
Gotta get mine
Gotta take mine
Got a tech nine
Reach my prime
Gotta make these
don't know what to do
I got your back and I'm gonna be there for you
Yo I hold him down like nobody else
So when it's time thrive I'm by side you
a little child
Someone you trusted told you to shut up
Now there's a pain in your gut that you can't get rid of
No one heard your screams when you were
even stop in my station and attack
While your plan failed, get derailed like Amtrak
What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law
I be justice, I
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