Lyrics:
today little darling
Wish I could do the same today
Doe eyed kid and a little transistor
Tuned into Wolfman jack
I picked up a guitar heard
no one Lord
When I couldn't find jack in no ones cards
Ms. Cita I remember goin' in your gun drawer
Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by
for you to get yo' Apple Jacks cereal, here we go
[Chorus]
Lemme get two, lemme get two [Repeat x3]
Lemme get two, bartender lemme get two
I'm
show it out
My suh-suh-suh-suh-suh style
Shine like sad hung from starry eyed gallows
Like day old glow of carbon eye shadow
Trembling young
Marina
Got rich and switched my demeanor
And I won't fall for nothin' either
No, I won't speak on other people
Hey
For the love of the money, what
I was riding this eighteen-wheeler before they painted lines
Never made much money 'cause I couldn't make no time
Used to be a running battle
get mine, you gotta get yours (ayo, Pac, what's happenin'?)
I gotta get mine, get yours (ayo, Pac)
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
I kinda wish I were a gambler
c cards man, to be exact
Writing songs about pairs and straights and flushes
The Queen of Diamonds and the One-Eyed
Sally was a waitress at the depot down on main
Blue eyed blonde, black skirt on, drove every boy insane
But Sally held out her heart for a love
stack chips and I unload clips
After 3 summers in the joint I thought life was hard
Some niggas started fightin', some niggas found god
You know me,
Surrounded by my real niggas
They cock back, they see
Caps, they peal quicker, real killers
Real business, it's never personal, Jack
Remember that fuck up my
honey then you ain't got bees
And if you ain't got no money I'm a still MC
Then empty L-O-V-E all over the track
Once you R-E-D then you never go back
mansions and condos, they quick to swallow dick
Fly G-4 to the West coast, under palm trees poppin Dom P
With a hazel-eyed big blonde weave that got
the floorboards creaked
Lost in this town, haunting girl
Your calling up my friends
Try to find out where I've been
I'm a holding, holding again
Gave money
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've taught me to
Every morning when I wake up, uh, money on my
Narcissistic anorexic so unstuck but so pretty
I love you
[something?] : you're the only truth in this city
Don't ever change
Don't change good
on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)
Look at all these slave masters
Ay
Business time, I'm on mine, I be mindin' mine (make money)
Every time on my grind,
when I'm hiding?
(And you say Brick City!)
Only I don't know, I just gotta' go buy
Yeah, yo Snoop!
If I feel in love with another drug, I'd always
Got to the house, my pockets got fat, see
Crack the safe, got the money and the jewelry
Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly ass
I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the s*** I took from people
I reap all your fat s***, jack
Back
strayed the maiden's love grew cold.
Three years had passed, he did not come, and Nell will wed tonight
Her father said an Earl would make her happy home
to credibility
Hundred proof the vocal booth, a moonshine distillery
Jack you like Daniels, hourglass sand granules
Hand-to-hand combat, man killed by animal
time to slow it down
October 21st, Lavelle came to the world
Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl
Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay
Loves
CashMoneyAP
Everything foreign, nigga
Ooh (ayy)
Broke nigga shit tell 'em back back (back back)
Runnin' around with the rat pack (huh)
That
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