Lyrics:
out like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear men down like Roger Moore
They?re all dead, but still swimmin
Oh You think you?re so fearless?
I?ll take you on another ?venture
So I?m more scarier than your dentist
It?s called
compares to Your love
The blood You shed to me
It's more beautiful than diamonds and pearls
More mysterious than when a boy meets a girl
It's deeper than
the people absorb it
I'm morbid and want more of it on the the 101 flooring it
The definition of a schmirical rapper
It's been a decade it's a miracle I
The rollers gave chase at a serious speed, one more conviction was all I need
This shit was for real, it was no La-Di-Da-Di
'Cause the boys had to pin
booty
They would point, they would laugh, they would say "that guy's a pass"
I just want to be loved by the boys and the girls
That I pass
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
in time
In the rearview mirror
There's more than meets the eye
Than just a girl and a boy
It's all right there in that Polaroid
The last photo I found
by name
To fly with the winds of the sea
Rush over oceans and canyon ravines
I’m so much more than a boy on the sea
Out here I’m conquering
close, so I just stay home
Watching reruns of all my favorite shows
So can you come by tonight and watch boy meets world for the thousandth time
I'll try
SO I GUESS I'M THAT BASTARD!
[Master P]
Where the hot boys at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
I don't know what these niggas speakin' off
I don't know what these niggas trippin' on
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you
to meet her
Hey,in Peach Paradise
The boys are in the orchard
with you, Miss Peach
mo-mo,more....
Shaking down the sugar tree
Hey,in Peach Paradise
Do all
I don't know what these niggas speakin' off
I don't know what these niggas trippin' on
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do you
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
at your Roley, at dem hot shows
So go 'head, boy, get drunk, pop that Mo'
Until I pull ya to the side
See the nine, kid?
And since you got that nice
to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
But if you fuck around you gon' make me
unemployed
While the rich man try to play Pretty Boy Floyd
While the working class just struggles hard
Try to make ends meet against all odds
While
take 5, girls, take it one more time)
Bathing beauty, on the beach
Very nice, Meg
Do you think so, mother, really?
You've come a long way since
of Minotaur
women say I stay harder than a rock like the rock of Gibraltar
thats why they like to blow me like they put me on a poster
and keep me by there side
Young and naive heart in your hands
Ready to give more than you can
'Til you meet a boy who tears you apart
Now you can't tell what's love or war
started to drink
School became boring and doing my homework became rollin' joints
Now I'm sixteen like my mama was when she had a little boy
Can't
the blue house choppa in my right hand
Stomach growlin' bris gotta feed the fam
I gotta meet a man the man with them kilograms
He bouta get jammed by
Boy meets World and jerking off to Topanga Lawrence
Like the 14 year old Topanga
Oh this shit like a joke to you?, I don't get it
Nah it ain't like that
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