Lyrics:
apologize lickety split
That's why I'm takin' you to Cussin' Island
Headin' this boat south
I think you should know
That's where I met Cousteau
And we will
and played guitar in that terminal
We sure had a ball, must have played them all
It made the time go by.
You still live upstairs?
Your cats are all there
the morn
The Eyes of Texas are upon you
'Till Gabriel blows his horn.
Sing me a song of Prexy,
Of days long since gone by.
Again I seem to great
Hop
Picked the "Truth" beat for Beanie
And I was in the session with him, I had my demo with me
You know, like I always do
I played a songs, he's
a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
[Chorus]
(I've got all my life to live, plus with
But in this game you only lose when you fight back
Black diamond bracelets, showing you the basics
I can't live and hold the camera, someone gotta
just said that cause I'm not with california near the studio with taz
You should give us credit n-ggas killin people we can
be all doin that instead..
I'm from
I wish I was in the land of the cotton
Old times they are not forgotten
Long Live the South
Long Live the South
If you wasn't born here
You
strugglin' with AIDS
And Brazil and The States
I speak life, you're gonna live
Oh, my brother, my sister, I speak life
You are the head and not the tail
on TV"
One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime
you thought taught rappers to ball?
[ Too $hort ]
10'000 studio sessions
Up all night, gotta count your blessings
You better take lessons
Who you
It's a, it's a vibe
Ultimata!
All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now (ay ay ay ay)
This is Stoney Bob live in a room from
punches are way better
I never drink but I live in these bars
The moment you blink is the moment you lost
Say you a king, who put you in charge?
Don't
of a ride
Like it was pocket money, Gs
But these are the things real playas do
Talkin' shit is real things that the hatas do
I'm namin' you, shit's thick,
cannot be found
Where were you when I needed you last winter, my love?
When the winter came, you went further south
Parting from love's nest, leaving
just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
[Chorus]
(I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give)
nothing, that's studio edits
Who doing the shooting? Your engineer gettin' all the credit
So while you busting shots in a four hour session
I'll be aiming
I been thinkin' like
You know the Hip-Hop community
and like you know the BET Awards and all that like
They should appreciate like all the real
Want to live my life
Want to rock my shows (No)
Ya young punks with ya loose ass lips
I keep a AR with them loose ass clips
What type of real nigga name
Where were you when I needed you last winter, my love?
When the winter came you went further south
Parting from love's nest, leaving me in doubt
the summer's gone and love cannot be found
Where were you when I needed you last winter, my love?
When the winter came you went further south
Parting from
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
and ride with a nigga
so I can show you what Dade County really got
See don't be fooled by South Beach
Thinking when you come to the Bottom
You can
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