Lyrics:
Speed on by, don't seem to have the time
What about this life?
What about this life?
Can I come by?
Issues in the paper (somehow I'm not
I've been here for a long long time waitin' all alone
Waitin' here in this old house by the telephone
Sittin' in this same old chair lookin' out
room?
Now it was five B.A.P hoes and they look like trash
But one was midget, so we'll just say four and a half
I was stuck speechless, couldn't believe
just as hard as he can
Trying to dodge them scales and the Man
Well I'm talkin' about
Truck drivin' man
Yea he'll always give ya, the best that
just upshift the 6, convert the V4 to a broomstick
Though I tarry through the valley of death, my Lord give me pasture
If you want to be a master in
to over think
Only cause I've drove and I done had a lot to drink
When I wanted it blue you said we got to paint it pink
And there's pieces of ya hair still
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
[Chorus]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over
competition, respirator style
Climb the ladder to success, escalator style
Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, death controls y'all
Big don't fold y'all, (big
a line that isn't true an' you pass them by
But it doesn't mean a thing
'Cause Grand Puba got that game
So won'tcha let me try?
Now just because I
to something so right
Something so right
They've got a wall in China
It's a thousand miles long
To keep out the foreigners
They made it strong
I've got
soul to cease the pain
I think maybe you feel the same
What can we do?
I'm not quite sure what we're supposed to do
So I've been writing just for you
nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told
I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole
'Cause we got the same goal, and you try and tamper
as a feature
Are you actually a singer or
Just a Spanish teacher?
Okay dame un beat por favor, gracias
You're dead wrong, "De-spa-cito"'s one song
I got five
Fault, that my style Silkk enough to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be Downtown Swinging,
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
When you cycled by
Here began all my dreams
The saddest thing I've ever seen
And you never knew
How much I really liked you
Because I never even
and never meant to stay
[Chorus]
Now I've got heartaches by the number
Troubles by the score
Every day you love me less
Each day I love you more
Now
the air
Gonna get ya gonna (repeated)
Boy it's your problem you wasted my time and
I thought that I told you i've made up my mind.
Whatever defense
a n**** reach
My dogs will bite you and guess who the n**** leash
I was once told by my n**** Meach
You feed a sucka' he just grow to be a bigger leach
I called you on the phone to say I love you
That I'd stop by for you at nine
And my heart broke when you said it's all over
That someone else
Tryin' to say I'm sorry
Didn't mean to break your heart
And find you waitin' up by the light of day
There's a lot I wanna to tell you
But I don't
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes shaitan got me by the pressure
an erection)
Go nigga, go (ain't shit to fool with)
Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
And stacking much mail
I'm packing a gat 'cause
I called you on the phone to say I love you that I'd stop by for you at nine
And my heart broke when you said it's all over
That someone else would
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