Lyrics:
(aye)
Someone I would use to bust my box spring (aye)
She would a number one, not di badda-bing
Bad man nah go badda wid di wife-wife ting (aye)
She
No friends in the industry
My brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
Yeah, you heard about me, you don't know
and that little town
That kept you down is where you wanna be
Yeah I'm one of you no your not by yourself
There's somebody else who's been there too
If you
One thousand different houses and Munchausen
I'ma make you wanna punch out some f- one
"Ouch, what the f- you hit me for?"
Screamed life as I
di, whoa, la dada di
La dada di, la dada di, whoa, la dada di
All I want is you with me
All I wanna do is be
More than your friend, more like your man
ya daddy, who's ya daddy hoe?
Your big, fine, don't be scared, put your hands up
Give me a minute, you ain't gotta give your man up
In a relationship,
(aye)
Someone I would use to bust my box spring (aye)
She would a number one, not di badda-bing
Bad man nah go badda wid di wife-wife ting (aye)
She
do you know?
I just wanna feel liberated I, I, I
I just wanna feel liberated I, I, I
If I ever instigated I, I
Tell me who will never related, I
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'
ain't hard to do, I know who Richie is
Richie rich boys that don't give a F
You don't wanna flex nah, you don't wanna flex
Boy you don't wanna flex
Me I wanna dey my lean all day
Say dis life na turn by turn
Me l no Dy send anybody guh
Me wanna make dis money guh
Say dis life na turn by turn
I don't want no fly guy
I just want a shy guy
That's what I want yeah
You know what I want yeah
Oh Lord have mercy mercy mercy
Di man dem in
closer to sunrise
Now we're layin' side by side
I wanna tell you what's on my-
On my mind
You just got me started
And I don't think I can stop it
Newports cause I'm due in court
For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat
Forever may not exist
But man do we got our moments
Killing time making a name
Wasn't about money or the fame
Why hide scars?
It's who we are
fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car
Ay C keep yo' eyes open for
the winner
Now, signorini, signori
We mix-a da lather
But first-a you gather
Around, signorini, signori
You looking a man
Who have had-a da glory
Man, I wanna tell you all something, man
Man I'm not gonna let these material things
Get in my way, y'll
I'm trying to get somewhere
I'm trying
No Limit Studios, what's up?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh, this P
P?
Yeah, this P
P?
Yeah (if this
Hey yo man, you remember that shit Eazy did a while back
Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work? (Word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit, man
I can tell by the way, you lookin' at me, girl
I wanna make love in this club (ayy) (wanna make love)
In this club (ayy) (yeah)
In this club
night
Another clever, sideways glance
I wanna look my baby in the eye
And know there's nothin' left to chance
Well if you're tired of being lonely
loud? I wanna smell it
You say you run your fuckin' town, I let you tell it
Who really run the underground? I wanna meet you
I'm really tryna bite
outta school
Cah nuff ah dem never have no sponser
Den dem ah wonder why di crime &
Violence tek over society like cancer hmm
You shouldn't see di man
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