Lyrics:
thinkin' of me, be my part time loverr..
Me I'm gon' do my thang, so you can go do your thang
You wanna fuck 'um it's aight with me, be my part time loverr..
with sky"
Why didn't I think of that
I know a friend who knows a friend
Who's girlfriend's dad owns a plane and a yatch
Hit a bong at check-in
with it
How could you ever?
How could you amount to not
Having amounts of dollars?
I would holler at ya, your
Girl would say "Hi!", and
She would pass by
back window with a bubble in the middle
Who's car is it? Posse won't say
We all play it off when you look our way
Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up
a girl by my side
Make her sing like Kelly Price
I'mma make her sing
like Kelly Price
Reaper Vibes
They know it's my time
My cousin on the gram
Goin' off,
Us, they Feeling Us
Are you Feeling Us?
Cause everywhere I go, man I swear they know my name
Make your girlfriend cry when she see me walk by
Cause
shots*)
Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why
I make your Benz seem obsolete G
Rippin' your ass
on
Cause I don't fuck around with people like R. Kelly
Flyin' over your city, kickin' back in a armed heli
Bitch, I don't think you ready for this
I'll put
And if someone picks up you can talk all the shit you want about me
Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key
And I'll be sure to get
on the other side
Where loc'd out Crip who gives a fuck about Bloods, ??
She strollin' through my homies and my Crip swing
Kickin' out the Snoop fool 'cause it's
your oldest son and your oldest brother let's do this
Verse 1:
You shouldn't judge this book by it's cover
Understand me more when you've read every
slams wicked rhyme
Grand spittage, HAM with it
Fam dig it's N9ne
Chea, hard to see me like the background
Your rap styles comin' softer
Than a cat’s meow
And feds are running through the door shouting
"We have reports of an argument with a woman"
There's blood all over the floor and it's splattered onto
real ass nigga from the east bay
?w-e-l-l-t-e-p-are-o-o-f?
For the niggas who kid yourself by losin' your fuckin' death
Bloaw! bloaw!
Cap, we do it
talk shit
I don't really care, yeah, I'm over it
Cause I could take your girlfriend
I could make her shout my name
If she breaks things off with you
Addicted by the rhythm
Drum and bass is kickin'
Time to break the system
Stricty roots and culture
Addicted by the rhythm
Drum and bass is kickin
I’m complacent with being complacent short term memory I couldn’t tell you what day it is
I don’t know where I’m going
Or how I even made it here
have to
Say every time and be swayed
By their insistence of what is
Wrong and what is right
Learn to trust your feelings (J-J-JOAT)
Ya zimme!
This is
, the man with the plan
Mic in his hand and a fresh skit
R-O-U-G-H-E-R, rougher! So here we are
Face to face, mic to mic, man to man
While your battle
That I could not bring you home
I wait, wait, wait by the telephone
But you never call
Kelly Kapowski, where are you girl?
It's so amazing here
Special you are
Lookin' for love, it's not far
If you could see what I see
Girlfriend you'll know you are special
Special
You are
So special
You
Boom, bash, wake up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for
don't have your number in it
Like a new whip you come well equipped
No bullshit
I'm about that plus size life
On a scale from 1 to America how free are
Used to flip you on your stomach, said you wanted a (Bad Man!)
Now it's all drama, an unidentified caller
On the phone with my momma talkin' bout I'm
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