Lyrics:
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
my eye, I feel like
(La la la la la la la la la la la)
Cars bumpin', CD pumpin' on your block in the summer
Showin' love for Stag we can get high if
get played by no hoodrat
Dog, she ain't no Hoodrat
Watch how you talk about her
When it come to lil' Mama
Man I get down for her
I know I shouldn't
and buy your publishin'
Aye look at him i own my publishin'
Then why you gettin' all worked up? I mean
If you broke and you own your publishin'
Well thanks
stopped talking about it
It seemed like every week something new was happening
And I just sat him down one day and I was like
"Look bro, please, like,
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
will
And if he ever put his hands on you, promise I get him killed, true
True, true, true, yeah
On God, I love that girl
I'm a sh-, I'm a bad
push off him into something deep
I wish he would think (uh huh)
I wish he would think (uh huh)
Or listen to me, cause
I got a love Jones but I
enough to understand a little better, I'll explain it to ya
But for now, we'll just say mama was real real bad
Was bein' mean to dad and made him real,
rhyme is a punch
But I could beat him with bitch smacks
Alright look man you called me an immigrant
Pfft you wanna call me a Arab?
Talk shit about that
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
love my mama, Lord knows I does
I love my family, my cousins, that's my blood
I love this music, it come from up above
I love my niggas and I love my
when it come to lil' mama
Man I get down for her
I knew I shouldn't told your, you coming at me like
No no no I don't wanna know it
She got him
in love
This is where it started all off nigga
But now, look at where we at now, like what the fuck
I mean you-
The first song is "L.A."
So
All the lonely people
Yeah, I like to go out to clubs (Hey, hey)
Where do they all come from?
Las Palmas, you know
She this envy if I wanna get
a long way but still I got so far to go
Dear mama, don't worry, I'ma watch for snakes
Tell Setchu, that I love her, but it's hard to take
I got
by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
on the row nigga (put your hands up and shut the car off)
Aight
(Shut it off asshole)
It's off cuh
Ay look at blood and them get jacked by the ones
Nigga
Yodel la hee, yodel la hee, yodel la
Yodel la hee, yodel la hee
Yodel la hee hee hee
Here I am riding along in this ambulance
To the city jail
Going
night (without my baby)
But I love how you
Always pompin when I'm thinkin' about you
I wanna bring back the night and share that look on your face
when
messing with my baby
(messing with my baby)
And that's the reason she cries is
When I am not by her side
At the lonliest night (without my baby)
But I love
look on your face
when you say
(AKON)
Mama se,
Mama sa, mama coo sa
Mama se, mama sa,
Mama coo sa x10
I want to make her say
(AKON)
It's too
handsome and nice
But I took her advice and passed him by
Years have passed and don't look
Like love's gonna give me a second try
Boy the look on your
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