Lyrics:
ever saw with the (G) bad ones
One hell of a hand with a (D) rope
(G) I saw him just one time in service
It was the day that the boss (G7) lady (C)
We just got back from Bilbao
It's such a great little town
We ain't got time for that now
We just got back from Bilbao
What a great little town
Adidas
We fire, y'all retire
All ugly people, please be quiet
Hov ain't get a beat from me in a minute
He heard "Just to Get By" and I was re-hired
I got
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
know where; I don't know where to even start
But nonetheless, Paris insists so the three ladies take off all their clothes
And Piaf equates love
a star, the first convention
Got the camera's attention, I mentioned no names
I guess times changed from the subway trains
To the first class planes, still
always wanted to do like
A Last Call, I remember the first time I heard Kanye's
I thought that shit was so tight dawg
And I was like, man I'm tryna tell
knocked over my breakfast tray
Now this girl went and made breakfast for me
When last night was the first time she saw me
You win some, you lose some, I
Bouffant, Sango
Justice and Sherelle for your sets last night
They were soo good man oh
One more thing, I saw someone say that
This was a PR stunt etc etc
I'm a rider and provider and I don't tolerate ho shit
I Bun B out on emcees meaning I obliterate yo' shit
Man, every time I try to like a rapper
you fall
The serpents head Mary our mother will crush
But anything else I'll be there in a rush
His bones are cracking, thank you Lady
Of Guadalupe for
That’s God’s tournament
Kendrick the Arthritis
Hand that hates to write this what’s good
I’m in your hood like workers of Midas
Purpose is to be righteous
Last time I heard
yo, was gettin real friendly.
Belly to belly and
chest to chest
thigh by thigh
leg by leg and
I guess.
Ain't no way to get ya out
your
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury
I come before you to plead for the life of Leon McDuff
Ladies and gentlemen on the jury
I asking you to be
fingertips
But you’re trickling down like the flowers in Paris
The last time I ever saw you was on the staircase
You were going up and I was going down
If I
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
(Kyle)
Streatham Common, running from the one time
I can't be late when its crunch time
Man talk about my life but I love mine
It's better
f-o-h-n, it's a kind of wind
Yeah, I know what you mean by wind
G for Gnarly,
I for irk
H is for hour
J for jalapeño
Good in either corn or flour
on weekends
And she'd leave pretty flowers by the stairs in the hall
The last time he saw her
At the service for Henry
She looked put together
They talked for
was bootin' me up
I grabbed the clip out my pockets and made them coward's duck
I told my o'l lady I'll be back to see
I went to Mac Melph Calio
you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen
[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
sunny day in LA, that's time we roll
Hear my homie J 'cause he rolls the blunts tight
Head's still spinnin from the freaks last night
Yea man, you know I
love you)
(I love you)
I had dreams of fuckin' a R&B bitch like Mya
When I saw that ass on the front of that King
Read the article in the magazine,
Head's burnin', wasn't told
To leave, the hood is burnin' down
Never had no help from anyone (I'm Harry, Harry Potter)
Uh, let me tell you 'bout
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