Lyrics:
talk too much it’s like they being interviewed by dj vlad
Take em out back and punch em in the face like mclovin in superbad
The rest was freestyles
at dealerships, fuck a car note
15's in everything, beating like Harpo
Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car load
They wana see Prince, I'm pulling
to school
We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert
And in my idle head I'm thinking cool
Just when I'm thinking I'm going down your shirt
You're hiking up
Jam Blues Man
There you lay
All by yourself
So please allow me
To introduce myself
I welcome you
To the house of sin
Open your mind
And let
I'm the one
10,000 to 1, could I possibly bet?
I'm compelled by your love and I haven't lost yet
Clearly you're the one
One in a million don't
player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks that thought I quit
Then got a drop-top Jag for these bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack,
does he get home?
Don't worry I ain't gonna need your help
I'm gonna watch y'all go home by yourself
A lil' bit of my man's sweet love
Is a whole
by nature
Takes one to know one fo'sho' I'm a player
She ain't really happy 'less she lickin a dick
with a sucker-ass nigga that be trickin an' shit
I'm in the clique, I'm in the clique
I'm really slick, I know every trick
And I can get a chick, 'cause I'm in the clique.
Get your greasy hands
(rrah)
And I wish a gyal would, you'll see me in Jordans (rrah)
And the mandem love me from Brum and to Boston (yeah)
Some living in Scotland, me
they're frustrated)
Have to be in by twelve o'clock (oh, that's a shame)
But I'm wishin' and a-hopin, oh
That just once those doors weren't locked (I like
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
in your clique, I'm bawlin' wit'cha trick
Golden rocks fallin' off my neck and wrists
When I breeze by, you be groovin' in the midst
Of my cycle,
spend some Gs and set your mind at ease, ugh, yeah
I'm here to make your life better, yeah
Express yourself in all your love letter, yeah
I'm here
swallowed their daggers by turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart brick by brick
I'm sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide
They
you love me, I dream I'm awake
How can I believe tha everything in this world
is going to be fine?
And how can I believe that everything in this
the Gulf Way Boulevard gangsta
Swangin' on T.I., essence of fo's (essence of fo's)
Pirellis and blazin' 'em crews of hoe
I'm a player, you can tell by how
and Hamm'
Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted
her, gonna see the signs
She'll have glitter in her eyes and steel in her spine
Now I think I see her right up ahead and moving down the line
I'm trying
the irish mob
And the ira in the roach infested providence
Smoke shed
And i’m being gang stalked by the cops
Yellow man he’s jamaican and he
Wants the irish
in too late
And I'm forced into reflection by this half hour wait.
Now I have been a straight man and I've played it by the rules
I been a good
Wrote a letter this mornin'
Put it in your hat
'Cause there's no one to read it
And I know you knew that
I bought a joke, a trick or two
Just
dates
When you know he tryna screw
How you think you number one, girl?
You're Tuesday, number two
No cheese no macaroni
You a one trick pony
What you
to let you in
In my dreams I'm finally free
Catching out with ol' Woody
Phoenix to Boston and back again
Ride these rails til the track ends
Just two men
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