Lyrics:
She do every single thing but rub me the wrong way
'96 Dom P, I have that with Corn Flakes
And I never been a intrigued by the patterns on snakes
continues*)
In the place to be, doin it old school style
DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince about to break out
Yo fellas lets go to the island, go
the long hair
The name is Onwuka my dawg this ain't no John Mayer
It's the Chron Playa with the long hair
The name is Onwuka my dawg this ain't no John Mayer
I need to hold on, cuz I was told wrong
Turns out the world isn't what I was sold on
I'm worn down, losing focus
It's bogus, need some magic, Hocus
your passion
Only reason I be eye chatting its when its time for some action
I wanna hit it way way out like John Paxton
But for now I just gotta
sell the best out to all the cast.
I found a church to go through.
I pray for all my ends and the favor to break through.
The spirit moving in
of Christmas cheer
I just need to catch my breath
Christmas by myself this year
Calendar picture, frozen landscape
Chill this room for twenty-four days
(Talking muffled by loud beats)
Check this out fool
I'm at this party
These two bitches lookin' hella pretty
I walk up and kiss 'em each on they
mayne
Real fuck wit' real, nigga (ayy, ayy)
And these niggas ain't real out here on these motherfuckin' streets, nigga (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Especially
up and real shitty
I rap like no one out there can fuck wit me
You feel different, niggas see me
I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say P you crazy
it way, way out like John Paxton
But for now I just gotta watch her practice
Send her a picture so she see it
She says, I-I-I can't believe it
Ohh,
with the way I whip and swervin all this P
Yeah yeah left whip trappinese
Thinking bout them M's while she slurping me down
I be whippin yeah break it by
up and real shitty
I rap like no one out there can fuck wit me
You feel different, niggas see me
I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say P you crazy
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
people have dreams
But why society eliminated Martin Luther King?
And they tell us to be proud to be black
And at the same time Uncle John shoot us in
........
Break:
Go Brooklyn (x15)
Point blank, our deliverance is me but smooth
Stands out like a winner at'cha favorite tune
All tension is released upon
It's no sequels, B3 cases, C3P0's
Before Morpheus and Neo was killin' 'em
We was duckin' roulette's in the hood like Remo Williams
Understand
and scratched by Rock)]
"Sendin this one out.. to my man" -> [Prodigy]
"Meth-Tical" -> [Meth] "Pete Rock"
"Half man, half amazin" -> [Nas]
"Make it hot nigga!"
talk
In the trap playing with bricks, by tomorrow, I'ma have him em' gone
392, nigga, this a P-World,
I might run in your yard, bitch
I'm feelin' like
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton
And that's why the whole city out here looting
How can we stand here and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood
the bed
Hop around the ocean, I leave the fisherman red
So much blood on the car, the cops holla' out 'soo-woo'
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you know I
won't break
So tell the devil take a hike
Break the curse, fight the fight
Cause you're coming out the dark
Turn around look at the light
You gotta keep
the bitch out
She smell just like shell fish
Ran up the bag by myself call me selfish
I’m the black jack
All my cards bitch I dealt it
I’m the king of this
[Featuring see Murder Silkk The Shocker]
Water bubbling
Voice in background repeating "make crack like this"
Masta P
Imagine
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