Lyrics:
One day, one day we'll talk about it
Someday, someday it's just past
Monday, Monday, all I need is you to wait for me
Just stop messin' around
Tell
me in the back
You should turn around and flee
No one's standing in my way
And no one's gonna stop my rock
Soon I'll be in the hall of fame
But that's
for mine
Now that's twenty-one MC's ate up at the same time
Easy does it, do it easy, that's what I'm doin'
No fessin', no messin' around, no chewin'
for mine
Now that's twenty-one MC's ate up at the same time
Easy does it, do it easy, that's what I'm doin'
No fessin', no messin' around, no chewin'
Artist/Band Jaheim
Song title Could It Be?
Album
Submitted by Terronald
Lyrics Huh, uh yeah
Bout to put it to 'em
With some ghetto slick shit, heh
pass by
You duckin' like you ass high
I run the town like a sire
And my crown full of sapphires
Everybody frown when you around
Cuz you can't catch fire
a doubt)
Mysterious, Mysterious, hey
You never know it's delirious
Get down, stop, stop messin' around
The man is in your town
Ooh, do you know that? 'Cause
Yeah, On the last few days of L.A. I got taken into, um, this guys house
And he was sponsored by an alcohol company, quite a few actually
And uh,
don't stop
A-rock the rhythm that makes your finger pop
I said, "Ah, hip-hop, ah thanks a lot"
Ah, c'mon everybody gimme whatcha got
I'm gonna tell
don't stop
A-rock the rhythm that makes your finger pop
I said, "Ah, hip-hop, ah thanks a lot"
Ah, c'mon everybody gimme whatcha got
I'm gonna tell
Between love and having chemistry
Seen a chick walk by
I wasn't shy to be like Listerine
Asked her what she doing around six
Request to watch the screen
If
[Scarface]
Ho! It's young 'Face, slanging yay everyday
Heavyweight, got a bad bitch in every state
On the grind non-stop till I touch this cake
pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and they all tryin' to have fun
Don't stop! (Can you fit ten hoes in your
us
With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas
Plus I ride around in two-seata's
I hope it's cold cause I'm comin' wit my heata
I'm on the Fleeta, doin one
blicc
Up that blicc
You messin with mbm we take yo life real quick
(you think it's funny)
(you think it's funny)
Mbm yeah we motivated by the money
Compton or Paramount
"Well is it Compton?"
"No," she replied and quickly start batting her eyes and
I strictly had wanted her thighs around me
drops
In de room where de giant fowah-puffer woikin',
'n de torchum never stops
De torchum never stops
De torchum,
De torchum,
De torchum never stops
(go
of a mosh pit
Looking in the mirror thinking that it's not Nick
How do I stop this
I wanna get off
How can I profit
When everything is lost
When will they cop
class ya fake ass
Couldn't stop a nigga wit brake pads I'm way pass
Anything that you ever did I'm betta kid
And we never sweat a bid it's easy to get
But they call her American
Very thin yea she be messin around wit married men
When he comes home shes neva askin him where he been
Cuz 99%
round messin'
I meant messin' round
You know that she gets it down
Every time she out of town
Make the party come around
Cause
She got that
She got that
that
N I can tell your intention
Just by a single question
What can I do 2 help you stop stressin
A couple more drinks music and
Some undressin
Why we
one time for my day-ones, man, who the hell gon' stop us?
'Came up from that dark side, where they ride around with them choppers
Stay clear of them
class ya fake ass
Couldn't stop a nigga wit brake pads I'm way pass
Anything that you ever did I'm betta kid
And we never sweat a bid it's easy to get
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