Lyrics:
and my mamacita (yeah)
Hey girl, where's your drink? We goin' all get real drunk tonight
Hey girl, I got bud, we can all get fucked up tonight
And by
tonight blood tonight blood tonight
Blood tonight blood tonight blood tonight blood tonight blood tonight
Yeah tonight
I keep my pride
Tomorrow is my bride
Terrace on the park, they gotta know (Queens in the house)
DJ Clue, Envy, and Camillo (Queens in the house)
Where are my most beautiful queens in
on a stairway to heaven
Ayy, ye ain't no killer, nigga, ye ain't no killer, boy
Ye ain't no killer, nigga, ye ain't no killer, boy
Carbon 15's, A.K.'s and Mac
[Chorus: x2 Lyfe Jennings]
If a nigga die tonight
Make sure I didn't die in vain, and they feel my pain
Make sure my niggas ride for me
Or comin'
and dancing for joy
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
Have you met my good friend Maria
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute
my mans
Won't your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends
Hey, over there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over here
Got to get it popping,
nigga, you gonna know that by the contract
Bottom line blood, show me where them one's at
That paper it get funny when publishing is involved
meet (I miss you, Mac)
I found peace
Hope this moment's brief
Shaded memories
I can hardly speak
I found peace (in our dreams)
I just grit my
wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz
By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My
know that by the contract
Bottom line blood, show me where them one's at
That paper it get funny when publishing is involved
Mechanicals never mattered
just about as evil
As an Eskimo boy can be
Got me evil as an Eskimo boy can be
So I reached down with my patented Nanook
Of the North whale blubber
start some shit tonight
Bust some heads, fuck it, bust some motherfuckin' lead
What's up some rude boys, yo, with the naughty dreads
Watch 'em, or push
Think I'm getting over him
The sap is risin' in the tree
The blood is runnin' in my heart
Brings desire back to me
I wonder who will the next
Park Pirates
The streetlamps are on in Chicago tonight
And lovers are gazing at stars
The stores are all closing
And Daley is dosing
start some shit tonight
Bust some heads, fuck it, bust some motherfuckin' lead
What's up some rude boys, yo, with the naughty dreads
Watch 'em, or push
pulling out a new toy
Erry winter, I'm pulling out a new toy
I love the noochies
But my old school is better
My paint dripping wet
My inside dripping
down
Chow and Mr. Giles lay back
Santana locked up, get 'em out asap
Aight, now boy, not tonight
I where a bomb to the court like it's a icey white
I'm
Stephen Hawking
You see I mean this shit I'm talking
You don't want no problem
Slave to the rhythm
Shoot my master in his back
Two dope boys, in
Going on a road again
Look around, where is my friend
Lonely drinking till I die
Demons in my dreams tonight
Going on a road again
Look around, where
an imposter
Boy you an imposter
I’m gonna prosper
I’m gonna prosper
Yeahh
By myself
On my own
Do this shit by myself
By my own
Do this shit by myself
By myself
hard, so concrete
I was raised by 'em homie, that's why I think so street
Take me for instance
My life is not about you, think me for instance
I did
(Feeling excite)
Waking up, don't know where, a chaotic atmosphere
Checking my hair
If it's still there to wear
The hairline's luckily still where
I left it
gift tonight
All I want for Christmas is a boy like you
Someone sweet, so kind, and true
Underneath the Christmas tree
With you by my side, that's where
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