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Look hey look, 50 bottles of sirroc let's
Get the party started
I pull up in the spaceship
They thinking I'm a Martian
I'm black and yellow so tell

and walk with my nephew Saeed
In his hood
His house was so small
Old apartment
Old hall
Old rooms
And an old woman
That's my auntie, gold woman
Used to play

car, then
Tagged him with the skull and bones, cause he be soften
Hollow like a head without no brains inside
And his girl was so damn small, you had

blinded by love, couldn’t see the lust in ‘em
Chorus 2x's
Its no need to rush girl (Take yo time)
When the rain is gone just know the (Sun gon’ shine) take

Walking down Main Street
Like it's 1974
Cause you'd be here beside me
And not knocking at my door
Your shirt looks kind of old
But that's 'cause you

Mobbing thru the city in that caddy thang
Married to the game I need a wedding rang
No matter what Imma do my damn thang
Bring yo home girl I know

the street
I see girls
I see people kissing on
Each other's lips
I feel blessed
Everybody looks so happy in the
Street
That's for you

Whoo whoo who whoo
I run

close by

It’s more vivid the image embedded in my mind
I look around and really I see a fake smile
No time, when the tickets down
My rolex style don’t

girl
I’mma pay yo bills, girl
Call me ghost, ay
Gonna make you love me then I disappear, ay
Then I hit you up outta the blue to be like, “Wuss good,

why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail
With

Pussy whipped tight to the cake (uh)
I dont wanna talk or debate (uh)
I don't wanna look in yo face (huh)
i just wanna finger sum cake (huh)
i just wanna

shit real serious
Know others will believe it
People I wrote my songs about
Don't look at me the same
Brought a girl I loved to tears
She found out my

Rowena, Rowena, walking barefoot on the desert floor
I'm working my father's tractor Rowena walk by some more
She looks over her shoulder and she

A white flake riverboat just blew by
Bubbles popped big
And a lick - and a lipstick Kleenex
Hung on a pointed forked twig
Reminds me of the bobby girls

Baby girl your nice 
I can tell by the cheeky look in your eyes 
Bye bye, to the old life
Where things were grey and monochrome and raining all night
All

a black queen, Freaknik just for papa
Bro you get yo hoes from the pawn shop
Songs getting old
Getting old
I'm a put em a pine box
Whoa
I'm outside like

Hold On

Brand Nubian

Everything Is Everything

1994

your death by crossin' out your tag 
Then they go and brag that they took another life 
Never to think, do a brother got a mother and a wife? 
Trife

wolves. You know dogs like us were meant to run wild like wolves. 

But instead we're tamed, by the same damn thing.
I grew up in my old town Lord, it

dialysis Lord of the dark and violent
Only know imperial niggas move in silence, look that old boy yeah you shining
Steve got gold, and his girl got

Out my window are the same old shades of green
But you know girl, I wanna make them blue
In that grey sky, can't even explain why
But everything is

a look
Knowing you won't understand it
Like packing an old suitcase
Off on your holidays
Somewhere you don't speak the language
All in all a mystery
Just

old bitch mad she dated
At least you got James Avery
Phone home
Check up on the tone hope
Everybody good I send goodies by the boat load
Fucking with

to go onstage
In an old t-shirt
And his broken guitar
I have to look real nice
And be polite
Just to not get as far
I'm so fucking tired of being told

Monet and Bowie
The art cannot see me
Camera look straight through me
I'm trying to find my way here

Hey pretty girl
Can't you see
All that you