Lyrics:
an in-store heartbreak
Live at five, interview for Channel 2
Saw a cutie, thought she was on the TV crew
She said after the show, "I'll be waiting for you"
MISSING
Words by Tracey Thorn Music by Ben Watt
I step off the train, I´m walking down your street again , and past your door, but
you don´t
threw him out,
and my sister, she lives three streets over and two houses down
and my father is buried in town
by his father's side,
and me, i spent my
work ,them old heads was getting spent. My first car , crownvick dollys wit the tent. Now I’m just trying to live threw the day. I don’t pray on weak
on the telephone
The old lady cursed the day that I was born
You never answer when I come by your door
Yet, leave me messages I cannot ignore
For a light dance,
Pass the fuckin ball!
What an idiot!
Fuck it, I'm gonna go get another beer. You guys want one?
Alright...
Two Please!
Oh boy...
Hahahaha
your life defines
the misconception of stayin down
You can't be influenced by everybody you hang round
You shoulda been more appreciative
of the life
for niggas, the PJ's, there's two of us
Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, make me filthy
Touch mine
Pssst... psssssst... aiyyo
Are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever
Tell me, which one?
They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- I'm losin
assholes
Limousines, I did that
Two-door coupes, boy I live that
My top back, I'm circumcised
I pull it back just to go inside
She thinking 'folic, I'm
your door?s darkened by the house of card carpenters
Who never thought a slave could be a Spartacus or
Pencil sharpener with a resume for the carnivores
(Intro)
Do you think it is by accident that everytime
a black leader appears on the horizon
with any kind of cleverness, or charisma he's cut
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
before
He's still breaking his own heart
With the GIRL NEXT DOOR
Still breaking his own heart
With the GIRL NEXT DOOR
He lives in his own, he said to me
to 'em (you gon' make it)
But he flyin' down to the 'spital
Like, "I'm prayin' you live, but if end up dyin'
Nigga, I'ma miss you" (my nephew)
Before
and the places people meet
I'm gonna live in a little motel by the sea
You won't ever have to worry about me
Because every thought I've ever had I'm only gonna
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2
connection (Man)
What you know about that?
(You can't ask fo' no mo')
What you know? What you know?
(I'ma hit ya back)
What you know?
(Chorus) x2
DJ
keep my piece full
Ears to the streets eye through the peep hole
Never trust people
Like I live illegal
She ride my dick till that shit get repoed
Ran
[Featuring 2Pac]
2Pac:
Nigga, we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A., nigga, whatever you
niggas want. We bringin' it! Thug luv, nigga.
kinda changed
He grabbed his daughter and almost beat the girl insane
She's cryin' down the hall and now goin' home
He closed the door and,
juice and gin (Aye)
Cover her in specimen (Wink)
That boost my adrenaline (Win)
Her hair look like pussy (Pink)
Her tits Dolly Parton (Big)
Them things
me
They can't talk much, bossed up, charged to the max
When your phone die, bank broke, charged on the app
Two-door coupe, four hoes crawled in
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