Lyrics:
personality)
Why are certain girls offered certain things
Like sable coats and wedding rings?
By men who wear their spats right?
(That's right!)
(So
There's Xerox
And lasers
The twist and the "pill"
A city in Brazil-
That no one wants to fill
Khrushchev stopped screaming
And Librium came in
Spendin' cash and talkin' trash
Don't do it like it should
I realized I just couldn't buy her smile
I'll keep tryin' on that Pan Am mile by mile
If
grief at home
Just tell her these hoes wanna be on the same team that she's playing on
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
just a little bit more in focus
But when she puts her arms around me
I can somehow rise above it
Yeah, man when I got that little girl standin'
lets her know that he's thinking about her.
And though millions are listening, she knows who he's talking to.
[Chorus]
Comin' to you live like I do
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Ayy, don't you know I got ki's by
Yo I need erybody to please stand
We about to go in,
This the anthem, for that lady you love
Turn up, turn up
I love her, you know her like I
I'll be
Ooo, crazy, ooo, crazy, ooo
Just call me crazy
Lately it seems like every song I write is about you
Ooo, I love your style
That's what you do
[L-Burna hook: repeat 2X]
Thug love, thug love
All she ever wanted was that thug loooooove
Thug love, thug love
All she ever wanted was that
no one
Likes to be let down
I know she loves the sunrise
No longer sees it with her sleeping eyes
And I know that when she said, she's gonna try
Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
It's that Rick Owen boot, they be knee-high, man
Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle
Man, she
that I'd be missin' you like this
I'da called you crazy after we were through
If you'da said they'd have to lay me six feet under just to get over
held her hands, she listened to what he had to say
Thrown down, like a barricade
Maybe now he could prove to her
That he could be good for her
(It's JoeFromYo)
(DLo on the beat)
What do you expect? Nigga, I was like thirteen watchin' Belly, uh (oh-whoa)
Only do penthouses and tellys
Honey, you think you've got an attitude
So you treat him just a little to loose
Well, buddy you think she's a little to cold
So you act like a two
spread out and shit, right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove
And let that shit sit there for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow
some weed, nigga!)
Joe Piscopo, I play too much
That's why my Saturday Night is Liver than yours
I'll fight niggas over Mary Jane
Even beat Steven's
a slashin'.
Yeah but that's what the people like to read about,
Up in America, up in America.
Well they never found Marita,
Some people say she got ill.
stood in line and left my name
took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
said they'd let me know
I put in my
And I was just island hopin' somewhere in Tahiti
I think it's called Fiji or somethin' like that
Get your shit pushed, muh'fucker, fuckin' with Crack
the daisies in your yard
There was a woman from the ghetto
Who made funny faces just like
Clara Bow, how was I to know
That she would wear the same
mornin', just about dawnin'
A'when the sun began to shine
You know she would rouse up, wake all a dem cows up
And walk 'em down to her Daddy's mine
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