Lyrics:
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
The choices are many, so risk it, love
And have it your own way
'Cause whatever butters your biscuit, love
Is fine by me
Which is why I say
Some like
In the end the people don't matter
However much they love you now
It matters more that as far as
My stuffed cuckoos are concerned
You don't officially
cuffing these hoes, I know how to fuck em
Then it's off to the load, smoke a cigarette then I'm off to the road
At the shack, with the next bitch
Trying
Well we rolled all over the world
In every motel and shimmy shack
We made love in the heat of the night
I ran my hands up and down your back
We
do Kung Fu (Kung Fu)
You know say pilo no be fine
She do me one by two, yeah
Oyemu aki alcohol
Na hin I shack shacki all
My eye come dey turn I
COGSWORTH
Can I help it if I'm t-t-tense?
In a shack by the sea
I'll sit back sipping tea
Let my early retirement commence
Far from fool made of wax
I'll
nigga tat?
What type of nigga rich but mom
Still live in a shack?
I fucked your baby mama and
I know you hate that
I'm still that same nigga from that
Ever since I dropped Remo they been fuckin'
With that kid from the north
Love to fuck a big girl she
Can't fit in a Porsche
Gotta go commando she
joy, hope, pride and peace (pride and peace)
They bring water and bulging bags of maize
Rebuild a house (a shack razed in a blaze)
A chocolate,
for the children
Want to give them something we didn't
Have growing up talking about vision
Copied all the fads living in a shack in back of the city
you’d love the shacks
cause it’s usually bright when the sun is out
and the weather guy mentioned these must be clouds
but they’re so low - like it’s
a home down by a pond.
I'd make you a good mate - I love to cook.
I'll tell it all in my new book.
On old Cape Cod, it blows a gale.
I'll be Jonah. You be
and my mate were back at the shack, we had Spike Jones on the box
She said, "I can't take the way he sings, but I love to hear him talk"
Now that just
at the trap,
Act a ass, guardin' the cross and that's a wrap,
Matter of fact, when niggas can't tap your hat,
We react by shankin' everybody at'cha shack
Our first date I was pretty nervous
Eating ice cream quoting Robert Service
Walking the trail down by the river
There's so much I long to give her
Oh, listen to my story
And I'll tell you 'bout my friend
Plays the best harmonica
And I'll love him to the end
He's traveled all the highways
may long for sunny paths ... that lure the pleasures bent ...
simpler things by far than these ... would keep my soul content ...
these are the things
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