Lyrics:
even high, uh
There is love in every moment
Under the sun, boy
I did what I wanted to
There is love in every moment
Under the sun, boy
You do
an angel
I'd say she's heaven sent
From head to toe, lil mama's visual medicine, you should see
This shawty's hotter than the third degree
When I see
'cept get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!
'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n
lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent
Blame it on America
Fuck it
I'm pulling off the lot, I bought it cash
Her future bright, don't give a fuck
the fame, won't you?
You would give that pussy up to a lame, won't you?
Like a old school, I re-did the frame on you
I got my old shooters with me and they
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
murder for capital
("Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth")
Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius nigga!
a good reason
To let anything rip
Radio's cold
Soul is infected
One by one
I'll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
I
bop...)
Hey Mr. Bass Man, I think I'm really with it
be -did-did-a-boom-boom, a-boom-boom-be -dit-dit-dit-dit
c'mon, Mr. Bass Man, now I'm a bass man
someone's up there
Lookin' down and lookin' out for me
Something in my ramblin' soul said I had to go toe to toe with the devil
Fell in love with a gypsy
and Smif-N-Wessun
Pick up the pace 'cause we're right behind ya black
The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back
BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did
need a good reason
To let anything rip
Radio's cold
Solar's infected
One by one
I'll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
by one
I'll knock you out
Mr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin melt
There's people phonin' in
their breath
When they heard about Jesse's death (yeah)
And they wondered how poor Jesse came to die (how did he die?)
It was one of his guys, called
of the beast
Can you please pray for me?
Get God on the phone
Said it won't be long
I see jiggaboos, I see Styrofoams
My hood going brazy
Where did we go
to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This
said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne,
cinematic metaphor
Nine years since I did The Incredible True Story
Now let me break down my career through the films in this category
In the backlot,
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
drunk bastard
Here, take your keys, go boozin' up Gratiot
I hate you guys, you ain't my friends
Look what you just did to my mom's eight by tens
Now
it's gonna come for you)
Dead souls, nigga, this for Wally, Eazy C's Uncle Charlie
Little boo, but God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I done
titties, lil' waist (mwah)
Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody
Look at how I bodied that, ate it up and gave it back (ugh)
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