Lyrics:
on the screen
Drove my Challenger down Route 9
Through the dead ends and all the bad scenes
The promise was broken
Cashed in a few of my dreams
Well I
He gave your ass a sixty
Put ya forehead in yo ass and
Leave your face plastered in pictures
I'm ridin' on Mounting Rushmore's
I'm rich like Richie
Who is he, Mr. Rand McNally?
I had I dream that mystery was me. Now who else could I be?
I dreamed I went to England and met the spice girls
Spice Up Your Life
[Verse 1]
Woke up this morning, feeling kinda gray,
Same old routine, in the same old way,
But deep inside, there's a fire that
of smirnoff ice
Me cock her up around de corner
Like Richie Spice
Chorus
Last night me get some punanny,
Right now me want more punanny.
Last night me get
Children, go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee two by two
Two for Paul and Silas
One for the little bitty baby
We bout to get real ugly up in this muthafucka
For the 9-9 and the 2-G
Def Jam
Snoop Dogg all up in this muthafucka
Big Kap
Eastsidaz
I
Dear, I thought I'd drop a line
The weather's cool, the folks are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine
PS I love you
Yesterday we had some rain
on the screen
Drove my Challenger down Route 9
Through the dead ends and all the bad scenes
The promise was broken
Cashed in a few of my dreams
Well I
I'm all washed out by the side of the road
Broken bones Matilda left a note and a rose
Sayin', "Baby honey child, I've loved you so long
But you
the day high and it ends so low
'Cause I'm working for the knife
I used to think I'd be done by twenty
Now at twenty-nine, the road ahead appears
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
comin' home? Is you out with her?
I don't care long as you here by 10:30, no later than
Drop them drawers, give me what I want
My man is my man, is
Hey Saint Peter give me cloud number nine
And tell my daddy that Jr's on the line
Oh please Lord someday I'll be
A talkin' to you i wanna speak man
Dear, I thought I'd drop a line.
The weather's cool. The folks are fine.
I'm in bed each night at nine.
P.S. I love you.
Yesterday we had some
I Want you Ice Spice
Ice Spice I want you
So what we tryna do
I think I could shit
You could be my fart
Then we could be apart
Yeah, Ice Spice me
were down on Highway 9
Down by the river bend
But this town has ears and this town has eyes
And a whole lot of so called friends
Oooh that ain't
day by day
Ooh-oh-oh
Never hearing what they say
Ooh-ooh
I just do it my way
All I got is these broken clocks
I ain't got no time
Just burning
the brain, regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain
And many other last names
Oh, well, I look at my watch, it says nine twenty-five
And I think "Oh God,
and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake* by an ol´ mama lion
Cain´t no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons,
and the blood starts pumping
Out on the street the traffic starts jumping
With folks like me on the job from nine to five
Nine to five, what a way to make
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
Village children always fighting for fair share
And the six-o-nine goes roarin' down the creek
As Parson
She get it from her mama, her daughter got it too
[Chorus x4]
[Verse 2]: Lil' Romeo (Master P)
Call me Richie Rich (and I'm the Ghetto Bill)
The first
'Cause that's my fun day
My I don't have to run day
It's just another manic Monday
Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine
And if I
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