Lyrics:
a little pill
A grave I helped myself dig
Slowly pixelating
Into our own little world
Just me and my new Mr
Big sounds and big lights
Big night on the big
and the cross of a lion and tiger, the liger weighing more than 1,000 lbs.
Leopards can be seen and appreciated by children at zoos all around the world
Put it by, put it by, put it by, put it by
Put it by number one phenomenon
Come follow me now, mon
'cause Mr. Chip Fu is the Don
I think I'll tikki
WILD HORSES
Words and Music by John Ford Coley
We'd sit by the fire ring you'd spell out your dreams
There was just so much inside you
The big sky
In a small town under the big blue sky,
First time I saw you my heart flew high.
On a warm sunny day by the old oak tree,
You were laughing with
From behind a tree
Down at the stream
She was 9 foot 3 and had big ol' feet
I said what in the world it was a Bigfoot girl
She gave me a holler
down around us
We playas, so haters can't clown around us
On point, big fat blunts and joints
And get drunk, this cold world, they aint givin a fuck
that old mackin' fast
Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant
Motherfucker, M-Mr. Flamboyant
Yes motherfucker
me Mr. Combs, and I'm nine-digit strong
Niggas hatin' on me but it's not (workin')
When I was nineteen, I walked in the house
And I told my momma
I'd do twelve of these
Forreal
Aye
Godfather in real life
The man with the plan in real life
My bills tight, fasho
Letting the world watch me reveal
or shut up, or get routed!
I'm from the streets and I hang with killers
I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
Wodie respect my hood,
against the wall
Blinded by pain, oh and stumbling through space and time
It's a long ride to Reseda
Especially with a big load
She's my only Señorita
Last
Doe, now I'm Mr. Jolicoeur
Pissed with the witness, and now I adore
O's got the world cause O's was on tour
Girls gave the O's, and guys, oh for sure
were wild
Swallow my pride
I don't feel broken inside
Anymore I have survived
I'm fine, I'm fine
Toxic kisses from the mrs
Shes my mistress, And my muse
making me wild out yo
Denny married to the money Gwyneth Paltrow
This my outro
Gotta cop a pack
Scale up by the pound bro
Doe, now I'm Mr. Jolicoeur
Pissed with the witness, and now I adore
O's got the world cause O's was on tour
Girls gave the O's, and guys, oh for sure
wild
Say they want to bear my child
I go away, they say "come back"
Why? Because I got it like that
Yeah, uh huh
Because I got it like that
Yeah, uh huh
a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat
grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I
tings doh pop off, dem a smile and dey laugh
Dem would, ah, love to see you fall by the waste side
Dem holla big up your past, spread for you, down fall
performance[00:16.58]By none other than high-fidelity Mr. Morton[00:19.77]Nice to meet you, I'm Mr. Morton[00:21.98]High profile I'm just important[00:24.17]Nice to meet
Intro: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah)
Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
on the scene, we start killing kings
People claim we're too wild to tame
On stage we behave like sizzlin' flame
And oh so cool when we rap, you need a sweater
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