Lyrics:
The fish who keeps on swimming.
Is the first to chill upstream.
I want your fish right by me.
That's how it has to be.
The songs I sing they
by you in the coupe
Fuck I miss my roof
Can't love her, can't trust her
(fuck that ho)
I swear that I can't put no one above her
(what) that money
"Boy, ain't you got any other songs than these?"
I go walkin' after midnight, goin' where the lonely go
I got heartaches by the number, hear that
comfortable, 'cause life is all good
But one thing we must remember, is that life is all hood
And the casket's all wood and we all take there one day (shit)
but my time
Don't keep me in line
I am starting to think we're not moving further from here
It's always the same things that we do together and say
surrounded by this much pink ice?
Look but don't touch, motherfucker think twice
'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a light?
[Hook]
She comes from Memphis
Memphis, Tennessee
And when she walks on by
Big black boots on her feet
Here She Comes Again
Here She Comes Again
What am I
dip, triple cuddle fling
She was picking up every little thing I'm sending
Boots were on fire, heart was ticking fast
Out all night running around
With
do this, I mean, yo
I was at the gates
Wolf's head, my boots on, no bullshit
I know both sides of that tough love
They're both mud, that's what's
are your workin' boots at?
I've got 'em on,
Those aren't no boots you got on, those broguettes!
Hey, look-a here!
What's that?
I've bin tryin'
list
And i wanted this to be elaborate
And so stratuous
And u just slide by and wise-ey
U want another piss-ey
Is that the way you goin for his-ey
I know
from this side to that side
East side, West side, your side, my side
It's all about being funky man
Aiyyo give me that microphone
It's Heavy D
Now with your loyal fan base and to the extent
That there dedicated to your music and your message
It has some people calling you a cult leader,
off jeans and a baseball hat
Them vity girls can't do it like that
Off the chain on a Friday night
Dancin' and drinkin' ain't scared to fight
By Sunday
it's a tease that never would subside
The taste is strong but soured by my learned eyes
Well, if a woodchuck could chuck wood
He'd get down on his
To keep you loving me
And its just to much for me
To not have you by my side
Cause no matter what your going through
You know that I'm gon' ride yea
of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, motherfuckers cold knocking the boots
'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used
ting, the wickedest ting
First thing's first (Experse) Reverse
Thinking that my tongue will
Make your eardrums burst (Hah)
Had a little problem and it
Teddy Roosevelt he carrying big cane
Gotta speak softly receivers will catch things
Better run the right route or Doom to get jammed
Get your pack
the gun
You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggaz on the run
I ain't the one! Fuck that! Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggaz
lifelong friends
And I have lost some on the way
Living step by step and day by day
And learning by mistake
Well there's blood on my boots
And there's cuts
a cause or political belief. it's something in my thinking
If you agree it's cool by me, at least I'm not a robot
I'm not afraid of things I read, I won't
[Syke talking]
Damn, the world's so crazy out here,
Never know what's going on,
Never know why things happen,
But they do,
Well just take it
Verse
get out, man, keep grindin'
See me, B.G. - original H.B.
Was taught comin' up motherfuck the police
I keep it real with the real - that's all I know,
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