Lyrics:
it's a mess alright
Yes, it's mile end
Nobody wants to be your friend
'Cause you're not from round here, oh-ooh
As if that was something to be
you
Let me say it now while the meaning is new
But wouldn't it be good if we could say it together!
Don't be afraid to sing me your mind
Sing about
Here's what you say to someone you hate
My life would be so much better
If you just dropped dead (dead)
I was laying in bed last night thinking
was in shock
I told my knees to please not knock
Yes my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee (MI.)
Mentally or physically
I want
as a house nigga
Well I'll be God damned, go figure
In my blood is the slave and the master
It's like the devil playin' spades with the pastor
But he was
of a king and queen seat
Like the beginning of Mean Streets
You could be my baby
You and me could have been a team
Each had a half of a king and queen
Thank you very much
This next song was written by a man right here in Folsom prison
And last night was the first time I've ever sung this song
gettin' by
Wouldn't even be taking this shit if DeShaun didn't die
Oh yeah, there's an excuse, you lose Proof so you use
There's new rules, it's cool if
And dis people who ain't have shit to do with it
Like Cool J does (My tattoo!)
You see me standin' outside of your buildin'
Screamin', "Puffy is good,
And dis people who ain't have shit to do with it
Like Cool J does (My tattoo!)
You see me standin' outside of your buildin'
Screamin', "Puffy is good,
legacy, legacy, here
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, you can only see
This is my legacy, legacy
Legacy, legacy
I used to be the type of kid
evening, Mr
Tiny Tim i'd like to ask him
To say a few words
Oh, hello to you nice Beatles ah
It's so wonderful
What a thrill it is talking here ah
In Mr
Got no time for foolin' with you baby
Your stupid game is about to end
You played it out, thought you had it made
And it looks like someone passed
thought we wouldn't be here
I told you, come a time when we had to persevere
I knew there'd come a time when we'd all be here
I blow a bag today, I
should)
Is your conscience all right
Does it plague you at night?
Do you feel good? (Feel good)
(Ah) Talk like a big business tycoon
You're just
care,
When I told you, I wouldn't be here
Cause you changed
[Chorus]
No it ain't about the cars, with the rims or the rings
No it ain't about
like you, too
You'll see it's true
An ape like me
Can learn to be humen too
Gee, cousin Louie
You're doin' real good
Now here's your part
Why you mad, talkin' 'bout you're mad
Could it be that you just lost the best you've ever had?
That's your bag, yup, that's too bad
Show is over,
tha King of the South, there is none flyer
(I'm tha King)
Sucker MC's outta call me sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will
All that I know is I don't know
How to be somethin' you miss
I never thought we'd have a last kiss
I never imagined we'd end like this
Your name,
of a pistol
My brother run out and come back in all excited
And I said what was it and he said it was the report of a pistol and then he said
Mr Garfield
but it sure is hard enough
(Sweet, sweet, our love is bittersweet)
From the first moment I saw you
I've treated you like a queen
I've given you
what you're talkin' bout
And my eagle, still got it all in the bag, B
All you did was play possum
Yo, come on
Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tub
glasses empty now
It's time to rise and shine
There's one less cause in the world
To be leaving for
It was back in 39
When I was one year old
Sitting by
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