Lyrics:
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
"Thanks, dawg, name's
It could be the absinthe talking
(I don't think so)
I don't either
I've gotta find a new place
A new place to feed
What could it be?
Stop
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
satisfaction
The role of captain played by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo ill insanity that's cold and morbid
But when I'm in your orbit you soul absorb it
A real
wonted you to be my friend (My friend)
Gonna love you, till the end,
Baby! (Baby)
Here somthin' else, little girl,
Deep down inside, (Down inside)
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
end up alone
'Cause Lord knows I'm a rolling stone
So you better run run runaway, runaway baby
Give me something now
One, two, three, four
See I ain't
in and
My journey gets so long
I don’t spring back like I used to
But I’m still holding on
Holding on to what I believe in
Be it right or wrong
wonted you to be my friend (My friend)
Gonna love you, till the end,
Baby! (Baby)
Here somthin' else, little girl,
Deep down inside, (Down inside)
face it? Preach!
So your never going by what
Your never going to see that your never going
To get and never gonna love
The one you never paid
And never
face it? Preach
So you're never going by what
You're never going to see
That your never going
To get and never gonna love
The one you never paid
Ooh every day I watch you pass me by
I'll get you
Yes in the end I'll get you
Just watch me try
Oh you make it hard to be hard but I'm trying my
what their cards were by the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey, I'll
goddamn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
"Thanks, dawg,
Waiting for fiends with a pint of beef lomain
Breaking day on the grind, I used to be so drained
But ain't a Saturday I wasn't up to see Soul Train
from my friends
What do I do when my love is away?
Does it worry you to be alone?
How do I feel by the end of the day?
Are you sad because you're
Till the end from the start
Minus the greed cross your heart
Me for you you for me
That's the way it's gonna be
Inseperable never sever
Us forever we's
hope you can take it
Gonna leave you in the desert
And I hope that you make it
Gotta put you on yo' ass
To see what it does to you
I just dropped by the studio, see what my son does
My main man, my son, Common Sense
They used to call me No Sense
Now they say I got plenty
wrong for me, farewell
Oh well, goodbye, don't cry
Oh, so long self
Stop right there because I know what you're thinking, but no, we can't be friends
about singing with you
So I'm just gonna turn my, CD player on with you singing
I'm gon' put this on a cassette
Sing along with it, and then I'll run
the
Brand of Louis Vuitton
Nigga, what type of shit you
On? It's simple mass destruction
Revengeance, tension, you see I've had enough
Did I mention? I sniff
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