Lyrics:
love in my homies
Yooouuu allwayys was true (2X)
I knew it, ever since I started see'in ya
A few body scars, a few misdemeanors
You was down when nobody
genuine
Choros x 2
Girl i Love you huh huh girl i love you baby this Love girl you by my side alright missis right right all the time you are so
it right
And there ya go
[Now everybody say]
Red light green light 1, 2, 3
[It go] Left foot right foot follow me
See this monkey don’t move by what
Verse one:
Please don't go away
That's what I meant to say
You know I'm not good with words
You'd think by this time I should be
Take me as I am
stand out
Don't call next on 2K, you not next
Don't pop up, be low-key 'til we say you can speak
Don't talk loud 'til we laugh
Oh, you rap? Don't rap
Bit** it’s me
Got a gift at rapping, listen please
From OCD to two CDs you find under your christmas tree
I’m top 5 to be concise, I got drive, I’m extra
Black Thought, from out the 2-1-5th
Maybe you heard about the Dynasty I do run with
Me and The Roots done ripped, from Illadel' across the planet
Ya
the next car
Somebody on the morning train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right on by everyday
Somebody that you look at
But never really see
Give you my two cents
A million reasons why I should have
And it makes no sense
So here I am by myself again
Stopping for green lights and I know
I
in the dirt
You disrespect him man i Promise u next onnat shirt
Im tryna do right by any means But it don't seem to work
People i put my trust in
the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't
all over you
I can tell by the way you walk
Yeah your swagger on a hunnid
I know you feel it too
I'm feeling you yeah
I think I'm liking coffee, coffee
Can't touch my pen like the stove
Ain't a stripper but I stay wit a pole
Niggas don't live by the code
Missing them shots you better reload
Stealing
Cause this is from me to you
From yours truly, Chris
It's a lot of things on my mind
Stacking money like three six five
It's a lot of things on my
(I ain't talking about brown on the beat)
Hoes after hoes, baby girl, I want your kids
Got me in the VIP, oh I got to fit
Two baddies left and right,
on your side
Not with duality but by seeing morality
You'll learn to forgive and overcome
Learning the truth
Talking no concern this time
Cause we got Cern
about ten, meet you by two
If I was down bad, straight on my ass
Would you come through?
Yeah, but never trust a ho
Bitch I'm a savage, i thought you knew
the penitentiary chances
Over your Nike Airs I'mma leave you gasping
Who the fuck laughing? Man
Slum shout out to Northside
Look, if you know me
You know I give two
the penitentiary chances
Over your Nike Airs I'mma leave you gasping
Who the fuck laughing? Man
Slum shout out to Northside
Look, if you know me
You know I give two
Welcome to Rap City, it's your boy Big Tigger and I'm
Happy to introduce my guest, Mr. Busta Rhymes
It's Busta Bus, you know the god you trust,
protection, thank you Jesus
Never second-guessing, I don't need your two cents If you try to test me, you are a nuisance
Gotta take a lap, I'll be back in
and my nigga see-Bo Yuk mezzole not only bust that rhyme we can do it illegal so the evil'll give a fuck next time nigga don't you ever spit my name cha
to plan it your city
Next stop you feelin' juiced
More flavor than brown two scoops
From off the ground that you fell in
(Oops!)
Hopes and wish to battle
On the count of three I want everybody to say
I'm a motherfuckin' Coke Boy!
One, two
I'm a motherfuckin' Coke Boy!
You'll let me in
With those
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