Lyrics:
the record came out she called me 2 days ago
Man my phone is off the hook with people asking me for tapes and free records
I ain't with it
Word man
Bust
to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man
Hit the pen' and now no sinnin' is the game plan
When I talk about
fed up when they telling you to keep your head up
Ya da 2pac ya fada
Kamar ana jan ka baya idan za ka ja gaba
You’re not tryna lose the fire, ana zuba
more
'Cause you know what time it is
Don't even front muthafucka
You think by getting with my enemy
That will get you some love with my heart
Nigga? FUCK
blacks
I didn't give a fuck!
I told him what was up?
He made me knuckle up and from
The blues gave me a smack
I gave my father slack
He changed
away
Hey
Lift the gate
Windows are fogged and my heart starts to stall
And the radio's dead
But I still hear that song and she's humming along
Like my
to tell
Meek is done he turns back
To his computer screen
Waving off the vote as
Pointless "Honest opinions is cool
" he says "But my mind's made up"
He
and a half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand
2Pac (Pac)
Say the wrong word, get you shot (Shot)
The ho'll love you when you hot (Hot)
Thank God, He gave me a shot (Oh)
The same ones they thought I
about a God damn Grammy?
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes
They walked on clouds and
The radio made this haven home
You don't love me
Love me, right now
You don't know me
Know me, by now
coo coo da coo coo coo
[Verse]
He played my life note by note
Each strum a gentle poke
Every beat felt so right
In his song I saw the light
[Verse 2]
He sang my tears away
the way he never strayed
Took all my troubles made them fade
He's the monster that I made
By now this devil knows me well
He pushed me down each time I
put it to the curb
We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun
A van drove by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the past
I seen
the real
Speak the real
It`s a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit
of baking soda do the rest
Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two
That`s what he do for a living
That`s
whatchu talkin 'bout that's only Tim?
Cause
[Timbaland: repeat 2X]
I made it this far (this far)
Made it without yo' money (yo' money)
Made it
Stamped into brown soil
Like
My father being carried out on a black gurney by two handsome gentlemen
Hours after his death
A celebratory death
And yet my
I done overcome
I killed that nigga for my dawg and now he owe me one
(What the business is? Who the witness is?)
Laid before a brick layer
young maid in passing by, oh, yes, oh, saw my smile but made no reply, a good long time ago.
The puppy fixed his gaze upon her, oh, yes, oh, two steps
under
My Dog was run over
It looks like the end of poor old rover
My dog was mashed
His life went by in a flash
I sang this song at his eulogy
Right
in California who's been cursing my name
'Cause I found me a better lover in the UK
Hey, hey, until I made my getaway
One, two, three, they gonna
JELLON GRAEME
Jellon Graeme sat in the wood, he whistled and he sang
He called for his servant boy who quickly to him ran
Hurry up, hurry up, my
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