Lyrics:
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
stand on the tip of my tongue
I can't get you out of my head
There's no syncopation with any relation
Could it be that there's trouble ahead?
Four
your Bentley
Get messy, loud and sick
You mind pass normal or another head trip
So, come them now, do not correct it
Let's get ignorant, let's get
another day to run
Walking down the road of life looking for direction sometimes
my mind gets so mixed up I can't tell lust from affection
Gonna stop
callin'
Can I get some more?
Hell, 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what
the slugs out
Love don't live here anymore
I artillery dog
Came wit many foes
Spend ya benz is twenty slow
Get to tha house kick in tha door
You
the profit get flown out Vegas
Me and my niggaz try an' break tables
Stack chips like Connect Four
While you prick's try and whip try and stretch more
me if anything, it made me, and
Still I keep my head up through all the
Pain and adversity, and keep my mind straight
To get out of this world
bring the speed out, uh
Bring the keys out, uh, bringin' Bs out, uh, bringin' Cs out, uh
We just tee up, uh, we don't tee out
I can't let a bitch get
blocked
My head's still with you but my hearts just not
So am I close to you anymore if it's over
And there's no chance that we'll work it out
That's
[Chorus]
I get these suspicions
Even though I know that you love me baby
And I really shouldn't feel this way
Oh Suspicions
I can't help it you're just
with you, nigga?
You a fraud, just a fib, my nig', my nig', uh
Oh
You know I never did you wrong
Even though I'm right here by the phone, dawg
You
and strugglin' just to get a dollar
I ain't mad at'cha, gotta do something
Hold your head up cause they can't touch you
This goes out to the girls in
everywhere, that's bae (that's bae)
Get yo' ass out the car, you givin' Tre (givin' Tre)
We been spinnin' through they hood all day (all day)
Niggas say they
I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme
Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind
'Cause I play
put me out my misery, I can't do this again
Mom, please stick to a decision
Discipline, last thing I wanna do is listen
She's like Lex Luthor,
Watch out!
I see you on the street, and you walk on by
You make me wanna hang my head down and cry
If you gave me half a chance you'd see
My
get to work b****!
Now get to work b****!
Break it off, break it down
See me come and you can hear my sound
Tell somebody in your town
Spread the word,
get to work bitch!
Now get to work bitch!
Break it off, break it down
See me come and you can hear my sound
Tell somebody in your town
Spread the word,
black
I repeat, you can't sit on my lap
I don't have a beard, now get off my sack
Scream at me
They talk, we live, we see what they say
They say,
life is? (Huh?)
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (oh)
And Dr. Dre
I've got to get me by
You're my soul and my heart's inspiration
Without you baby, what good am I, oh what good am I?
Baby, I can't make it withoutcha.
what had you expected?
Me to make you my art and make you a star
And get you connected?
I'll meet you in the park, I'll be calm and collected
But we
I don't wanna go home
'Til the light is coming out
My thoughts are slowly drifting back onto the grounds
And when I'm all alone
And my head is
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