Lyrics:
Is ten o'clock in the morning,
To early to drink beer?
I don't know, and I don't care.
When a girl walks by in a two piece,
Is it impolite to stare?
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
and round
(These are the days of our lives)
But I wish it would stop and let me off right now
(These are the things we must go through day by day)
We
prepared? I hope you are prepared nigga
'Cause you know this is album number two
Yes more bitches than before
There'll be more bitches, more and more and more
As I go walking by
But I'm really glad I've only got my own
S.O.L.O. I'm all alone
S.O.L.O. I'm going down the road
cajun baby and
There I'm gonna stay
On a Saturday night we go dancin'
And listen to the fiddle-o
Lord I got me a cajun baby just a
Livin' and a lovin' by
Knitty
Scarface and Gambino, New York City
It's P live and direct, stab ya neck
Ice-pick bloodied up ya whole entire shit
Live shit 1-9-9-6, ask your
washed away
By too many through the day
Twelve o'clock tales
Then you came along with your
Siren song
To tempt me to madness
I knew all the while
scared for years to try to do this album
How you follow up a classic? What's the outcome?
Failure and tragedy, now everybody's mad at me
'Cause I ain't
want
I took the world by storm and made myself get home, all good
This thug, G, double O, D life
Now sit back, relax and just vibe, come on, come
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One will
you say G.O.O.D. Music?
Can you say G.O.O.D. Music?
And we do's this.
Uhn. Get ready for the next dynasty nigga!
Finally Famous the album comin' soon
typical in any way though the pro
On the mic is the D.O. to the C., this is an intro
I know the D.O.C. make ya want to takea Valium
So buy a bucket
been washed away
By too many through the day
Twelve o'clock tales.
Then you came along with your siren of song
To tempt me to madness!
I thought
Fuck the bitch, I make her sweat, huh
I'ma die by my respect, huh
I put a check up on my neck
Life check ya in the head
I signed for a couple milli'
puff puff dib I need to live please pass that
as we zone shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world let me drop you home let's go
by the way
judge, it's our life
Keep somebody that I love close by
Cause' they want me to die with my closed eyes
We gon' put him in the trunk if he OT
He tried
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
gangstas show me love
For that track I did, yeah I know
The rest the album wack as shit
O-o-o oh, it's Kanye to the
With that platinum shit, ya punk bitch
at the crib-o
Shout goes out to Niko, J and Chubbs, shouts to Gibbo
We got Santa Margherita by the liter
She know even if I'm fuckin' with her, I don't really
Recollection L.A.
Wondering who it is I'm supoosed to be-o
Anxious by the roadside.
High on souvenirs and cappuccino
But now I think I get it
I think I
Are the first and the only ones here
Wait what? Umm, we have classmates here that have traveled
By themselves to show their support
Now I don't know
all we need
To make everything complete
If we try to live together and be happy
You and me are one
And we've only just begun
So let's make a new
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