Lyrics:
like me, blow me
Y'all are gonna keep fucking around with me
And turn me back to the old me
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something
"Oh my"
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why
I dip through in that six-trey, like "Sick 'em, Dre"
I'm an itch that they can't
?
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
Wanna hold you
or The Firm flopped
Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep
So - y'all, all of y'all
If y'all don't like me
Y'all are gonna keep - around
coupled with this pair
Of nuts I'm cuppin', I am your fuckin' switch, nothin' can compare
Do you still believe in me?
Didn't I give everything I had
with for life
I took in your kid, did everything that you wanted me to
Now I'm in the s- about you fronting on radio interviews
Do it make you feel
cheap, where they quick to fill you with them slugs
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by
Sittin' in a broken circle
While you rest upon my knee
This perfect moments will soon be leavin' me
Suzanne calls from Boston
The coffee's hot
or nothin' at all (yeah, yeah, yeah, you and me)
You and me, we gotta take it back to basics
Since we on different pages
Make me your world, you won't
feelin' right
I head out on the street
Standin' in the doorway
Was a dealer known as Pete
Well he sold me a dime of some super-fine
Dynamite from
this, lawd
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer
from natural born hustlas
(that's what he thought kid)
Stupid son, you get extorted
Stop smilin
But still don't nothin' move but the money
(New York,
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
on your shoulder
And you Mom's in the room but you just want to hold her?
(By your side)
Nothin' but realness
That's why everybody in the world could
of dollars, you powder sniff
Now you're slippin', call it a power trip
A product of politics
Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts
To dropped in
mother was racist
Which is crazy
'Cause how in the fuck is you gonna have
All these black babies with black men but you racist
Like bitch, that don't
know?)
You go and get that Mack diesel, right
hey, the man from Atlanta to way out in Cali (okay)
Catch me in New York, I'm on the way to Miami
Money on the mind, murder in the plans
Disturbin' if you may, but it's dinner for the fam
Hustler by law, support when I can
Hustle when I can, tell me
this, lawd
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy
'Cross the USA
Convoy (ah, you wanna give me a 10-9 on that, Pig Pen?)
Convoy
heart will suck the good earth dry
With everything it's opposite enough to keep you crying
Or keep this old world spinning with a twinkle in its eye
day I'll be further from here
Put all of my faith in tomorrow
Dark days keep me up all night
Only thing I know, it's gonna be alright
Yeah,
now, I rule the world, and I feel, so very proud
Excuse me please, for stoppin' this show
I just had to thank you all, huh, and me so
My first day in
a
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw (they came in to sin)
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw (dear god, I wonder could you save me?)
Society lied to me, I ain't never gonna try
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