Lyrics:
bomb
But it never felt so good
I told my mother that I love ya
Bridget asked where I met ya
Said I saw ya last Tuesday on the corner of "1st
of the bus,
She told me she could make it to my house by twelve,
So we could get it on, just amongst ourselves,
She came to, I had a blunt to blow,
After that,
not for you
Third is you hate your job and it's not what you need
And by now you should know my thoughts on that: you gotta leave
Work is so s--t
Get
to the plug to cop some work and bring it back
I had to get it by my lonely cause they never had my back
Ain’t nobody give me s**t b***h I got it out the trap
And I wanna sing it to the world (ohh)
He's right there (right there)
Right there (right there)
On the corner of "1st" and "Love"
I saw you by the street
bring some to the table
You gotta show me you faithful
Look, yeah, I didn't come up with Cain and that s**t had showed me
I'm able of doing this s**t by
nigga I don't sweat the date my moms was late,
So I had to plan my escape, out the skins,
In this world the fly girls, Tanqueray and Hennesey,
Until I
bounce back b-bounce back
I'm about bounce back bounce b-bounce back
[Juvenile]
You ever had corns on your fingers from squeezing the mack to much
Ooh, hey yeah
Do you know how to leave, do you want to ride...ride
Ya see, it started off in St. Paul from the street of Old Nash
And it feels
friend
Nineteen seventy somethin' nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
Out the skins in this world of fly girls
friend
Nineteen seventy somethin' nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
Out the skins in this world of fly girls
[B.I.G.]
1970 Somethin' nigga i don't sweat the date my moms was late,
so i had to plan my escape, out the skins,
in this world the fly girls,
juvenile, goin' out like a menace
Chillin' on the set, I see a big dope dealer
Hearing voices in my head sayin' kidnap that nigga
Hands all bloody 'cause I'm
Gotta live by the code never trust these hoes get you some money go buy you a house lil nigga before you go buy some gold getchu some bread go take
It's Thousand Island
Taking over from the '98
To infinity n***a
Now is it hot in here or is it just me
Been heating up as a juvenile 400 degrees
I
1970 somethin'
Nigga I don't sweat the date, my moms is late
So I had to plan my escape, out the skins
In this world, the fly girl
Tanqueray
wakin' up before the sundown
Lake Shore Drive shootin' videos (Magic)
On the block gettin' spotted by them city hoes (hey)
I know I never had to wonder
the date, my moms is late
So I had to plan my escape, out the skins
In this world, the fly girl
Tanqueray or Hennessy until I called Earl
Ten months in
Verse 1
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Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
out the skins, in this world
Nineteen-seventy something
Nigga I don't sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
Out the skins, in this world of fly girls
a screen TV so big
Playboy, I had to get approval from
The city and the muthafuckin' feds
I say fuck these white folks 'til I'm dead
Cause I'm gon' ball 'til
Blinded by the static
Never mind
I'll never be good enough or attractive
I lack all the facets
St-st-struck on the grind
Settle, get buck
Fucked by
shipe, go by the rule, shipe
Drop everything where you stand nigga,
Give it all up, like a man nigga
You workin with somethin, nigga bring me
we don't want them by the house
But Skipper started bustin' when he saw them pullin' out
We did them niggaz dirty for fuckin' up our vibe
We packed up
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