Lyrics:
damn skippy, I rap on Jodeci tracks
Their records platinum, so next year my records sell like that then
I don't wanna be rude babe, but you really
what to do next
I start to reminisce about my life and shit
Like how I came from the streets
Was raised by the streets
That's why I give love and I'll
to be a little couple two is better than one
Walking on that beach with you next to me
I can hardly breathe
Life is better with you, Hey
So much better
happiness, is anyone, and anything, at all, that's loved, by you!
You're a good man, Charlie Brown
Yeah
Yeah yeah
I've been watching you
Bring your body next to mine
Yo
They say that lust will make a man rush
into situations where
got to be moving on
Yeah I got to moving - I got to be moving on
Next time you look around - you may find me gone
I've got to be moving - moving
ashes, forevermore
Next day, her eyes seem brighter
The truth will guide him
Take a look around and tell me could you call this underwhelming
Have you
Cornish
I know where the castle's at. and chill with the next at bat
If things go further south he can wear Robbin's hat
A Charlie Brown brother from my
on hay
Lets get by you holding up hay
Rolling up hay burning time
Now we finding a nice pair of J's
I smoke two time white pair of J's
Some i say
go get busy we do walk downs
Put a bitch in her place ain't no Chris Brown
Better watch where you stepping or get gunned down
Got a thirty add some
You should slide through, and get your back rolled
Used to be involved with me, with no emotion
I was on the way, to the next show
You was
ain't got too much to say now
Your body is my playground
I'm Chris Brown when I take you down!
Who can do ya body like me? (Nobody!)
Show you that I don't
life
(Uh, yeah)
I'm too stubborn to take up the advice
(Uh, yeah)
I don't know where I'm heading next but
Don't be surprised by anything I may suggest
, why y'all moved next door
She got a BBL like Davis, drop that ass to the floor
You know I got my nigga Duke, he playing tennis with lil Dennis
He gettin
shoot I don't miss
We in the field we gone blitz
I'm the one they hate just like Chris
Bet you never seen ice like this
Look at my ice, you like this
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,
on to the next guy (who's next?)
We don't rest no stress when we set flight
No pj's but I pj when I jet by
MX2 get high make the set fly
Pressure you and then I
When am I next nigga, caught up with the feds
Thought it was a cover when you're all about your bread
Put a pistole to a man ain't never lived again
I was on the rooftop, hand on yo' body
Next to yo' friend or some other hottie
It wasn't hard to tell that you want me
Might need 2 pillows down
Swingin' with this here stud you need practice
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin'
questions man?
Cause I like Bishop!
Why?
Cause he's cool!
He's cool huh? Well you just tell Mr. Cool Man if he calls or comes by that I ain't here
[Verse 1]
"What are you going to do?" (2X)
"Nigga!"
"The K the double O the L the G are A P letters"
"My mic sound nice check one"
"The K the double O
You spent the fall turning over new leaves
One by one on your way to the bar every day
Like the lost desperate dog that you are
But you won't find
since I jumped off the porch
Used to chop grams on my grandma's faucet
Pay me what it costs, I ain't tryna hear offers
Tryna play Brown, you be hangin'
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