Lyrics:
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
Wanna hold you,
Shit, cops and robbers niggas be bound to get them dollars and cents
They get in a slump like baseball players when they short on they rent
Anything
Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin' to get our
Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin' to get our
the slimmies in the cities that I rock
Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you want to get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya
With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh,
(yeah!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed
You already know what it is, nigga
Snowman, 16 5 a piece, nigga U-S-D-A
I
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
, females get jealous
Okay smartie, go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showin' body
A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her
But you're
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
(yeah!)
I handle my business so I think I deserve to get throwed, throwed
You already know what it is, nigga
Snowman, 16 5 a piece, nigga U-S-D-A
I
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
stop
(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me)
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon'
high, where you can't move
Gonna add some bottom to your groove
I love to play
I love to sing
But I've never thrown a thing
Ladies and gentleman
and scrape up for a bite to eat
If Denaun and me find a couple dimes a piece
Twenty five cents each'd get us a bag of chips
We'd be glad to get that even we
and the darkness
It's not too late, there's got to be a way
For me to escape all this nonsense
I've got to get away [x5]
They try and run my life
But that's
your way
That you really wanna stay
In space, funky space
Peaceful space
Terrible place
Wait 'til I've been cool
Hey baby, let's get in the groove
(b. andersson, b. ulvæus)
Scaramouche
(instrumental)
Varför ska det vara så seriöst för, alltid?
Nä, I england
your way
That you really wanna stay
In space, funky space
Peaceful space
Terrible place
Wait 'til I've been cool
Hey baby, let's get in the groove
(Get funky)
Three, four, three, four, '99
She the new hero 'cause she's so divine
Unaffected by the system, she'd rather die
Than write a rap for
the thirty sixth chamber bang!
'Tical hittin' with the Buddha fist style
Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, plow!
Brain, is blown all over the terrain
Like
back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky wacky, woo
In Fujiama you get a mama
Then your troubles increase
In some pagoda, she
(chorus 3)
Who said that funk was done just by one.
Who said that it was never ever done?
Who said the two of us couldn't groove.
It wasn't me but maybe
you motherfuckers babysitted
I smash the critics like a overhand right from Riddick (yeah)
Come and get it, shitted on villains by the millions
I be
Yeah, haha yeah, yeah, yeah
Greetings loved ones it's your boy
The one and only yeah, haha
And uh what I'mma do for y'all right now
I'm finna give
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