Lyrics:
about ya hootin' and hollerin', and it ain't botherin' me
I hear you talkin' but you ain't made it to three
You know where I live, but you ain't made
With the knowledge of things that I know now
I would be by your side when you needed me
Instead of asking you, "Nan can I go out?"
Standing on road
on her
Body reinforced to lax on her
Towel down before i lap on her but don’t you dare nap on her.
Face stuck ‘n now I need some paper
If I crank that bihh
stuck her up on the wall like a poster
Then I told her
Let me show you something you won't forget
Just hold me by the neck
And I'll pick you up by
through the night
King sized beds, Satin sheets gettin' right
Wear you out, leave my number by the phone
In the morn', I'm gone
chorus (sung
many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
To politic
love to get high
Drink, "life!" smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice
I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times
I may not even be alive
I mean
times flies when you gettin drunk (uh-huh)
It's three A.M. and we still ain't had enough (uh-huh)
Bout the time when everybody know whassup
See them
out
Let's smooth this over by talking about our lives
And if you laugh at me it will only sting once or twice
I will stick with you even if we get
stuck in the 80's
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Before you shoot me man think about it
Lets go have a drink about it
Before you make a stink about it
Man
a.m.
Tell you what, this is a fuckin' a smooth day
Being ripped apart by a hundred and eight
Fuckin' bullshit
This is the worst fuckin' hangover I've
open with a scalpel when she was six months
And said, "I'm ready now bitch, ain't you feelin' these kicks cunt?"
The world ain't ready for me yet, I
the grass rosters,
We stack posters like bank robbers
It's the real 3, Ju Les and Willy
Straight from the Q, you, Double E
N, S,
Once again it's
never play the game by the book
If you're livin too large, ya better watch that ass
Cause the IRS,
Is gonna take yo stash
<you can't take my money, you
1-2-3
And give it to the D-R to the E
Yo, and one of the homies in the Dogg Pound
We straight pussy hounds bitch
You know I like pussy
So you can call me
Skipping smooth black stones by the sea
Jeans are wet up to my knees
Back when I drank coffee with cream
I was easier to please
Duck into a frame
love to get high
Drink, "life!" smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice
I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times
I may not even be alive
I mean
Went home with no dough
Sportin' All Star walking to the beat
Of the Funky Four + 1
And the awesome Treacherous Three
Bump it in your Walkman
The music
colors
Red, blue yellow and many others
Purple , orange , lime green
Pink , grey and aquamarine
Let's learn to mix them, one by one
Mixing different
the grill squawker
Tip's a smooth talker; I love Alice Walker
So get off the dills and step back, you little hawker
Better yet, you hooker; you want
than you see on animation
And bear witness to my smooth operation
As I give the party people a sensation
And give them all a good feel of jubilation
juicy
Then skrrr in a whip I'm swift feeling suzuki
Maneuver smooth you dudes is moving bookey
Bury money sewing my seeds to grow a new tree
Neutrino with
butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
You deep within a rapper mind off that Napa wine
Lyricism has declined with
or fears, allowing yourself to be carried upward by the currents of your inner power.
Four, three, two, one, levitate
When you are ready to descend,
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