Lyrics:
y'all! Mr. Mixx! Marquis! Bringin' it
Back y'all! Break it down now!)
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
All alone on a Saturday night
Smokin' on a blunt, feelin'
So I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door
Jes' when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin
These five big dude come strollin' in
of April
Over the waves she rode
Sailing into tomorrow
To a golden age foretold
The night was black with starlight
The seas were sharp and clear
high
A brother needs space like a vacant lot
I'm lookin forward to the future, Mase and The Lox
And my little son Justin, touchin a knot
You knew I was
wanted in a man
I'm tired of sittin' around the T.V. every night
Hoping I'm finding a Mr. Right"
Misguided angel hangin' over me
Heart like
It was a party night, everybody was breakin'
The highs were screamin' and the bass was shakin'
And it won't be long till everybody knows when that
the welcome sign
Naked the Judas in me
Fell by the tracks but he lifted me high
Kissing my head like a brother and never asking why
night
I was awakened by a shining bright light
Overhead a glorious spirit
He gave me a message and you all need to hear it
Send me your money
Dark nights, I can't sleep, so I cry 'til I close my eyes (Cheeze)
I never ask God why, I just where the road designed (go Grizz)
Take a look in
(blinded by the light)
Because it's blurred by the V’s, I was driven
I also was distracted by head she was giving
(she kept playing) it made us wonder
It was
to the side and I spit that game
I had a lot of freaks, in my lifespan
I freaked one night, with this girl named Pam
The very next day, I saw her with
B.Geezy
It's cool whoa I'm waitin' to see my nigga L.Teezy
No bullshittin' I fuck bitches by the pack
Hoes be wishin' to watch t.v's in the Expedition
I got sand all by my bath water, candles by my wine glass
Women all on my time, imagine how my time pass
They say them freaks come out at night
bullets you can't trust
If you bust, when I spray
Head for shelter
10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya
A lot of punk niggas try to play hard
Put
the Callie
That boss ordered us lobster tails late night in forty
We was out there tryna rig the stress
Had a beat tape from Stretch, rest
Black TEC, black
the bed we make, but that couldn't be Drake
You forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your face
That's why you got deserted by your niggas,
the type of brother that is swinging with a fiddle
Out to get a lot because I never like a little
Which is why I ban a dip that claims she's in the middle
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
public with the strap, you walk up on me
Let that gun off
Put FN on the map and I'll be
Damned to let it fall off
It's crazy in the trenches
Got a lot
mayne? I'm-I'm unsure mayne
I got alotta, lotta question that need to be answered
True we all got questions, but dawg I got questions
I got a lot on my
in Georgia for a peach
And we'll visit my brother in West Palm Beach
Camp by the waves
At six fourty five
Make sure that you're there for sunrise
Stay
night, his boss is uptight
His face and name are covered in mud
He watches T.V., all star wrestling
Slams a six of ale
Hits his wife, wrecks the car
thirty-six
Ha ha, only if she's 5'3
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
Michael's callin' me Rick, I have to go
If I get a word you'll definitely be the first to know
Well, on that night I felt really up tight
"Hello, Rick,
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