Lyrics:
Release yourself
It sometimes seems
like the only way I'll get by
when my head's stretched
and my mouth is dry
And I feel undressed
to the naked eye
Pacing
to agree, niggas don't love us
Niggas don't want us, niggas don't trust us, niggas can't touch us!
My life that's on paper? That's the shit that I publish
knows your name
Four doors down there's a man who just won't wake up
He crashed so hard
And the doctor's want to pull the plug
Your wife is by your
got the fire, that gets you higher (natural high, natural high)
Roamin in the 4-runner all summer
Laid back, state maps and 8-tracks
It's great
livin the ghetto life
I'm stuck with my ghetto kids, so I married a ghetto wife
I got no education, I'm workin the ghetto job
I live on the ghetto
with the pole
I'm addicted to the hustle
That's a life sentence in the duffle
(Louis V) gotta make it look subtle
I got the 'Retta by my buckle (I really
Thank You Lord (Story of the Shunamite Woman)
(Andrae Crouch, Arr. by John Redmon)
Thank you Lord
Thank you Lord
Thank you Lord
I just want to thank
Blinded by the light, going on ecstasy
If it wasn't for this gangsta shit I wonder where the west will be
4 1 3 don't wanna die stand next to me
Big Up to black big up to ballers and the coniac
Big up to be Boys who spend hours in the record raps
I hate these out of space MCs who think
you 4 strong boys
I know you know he's been good to you
that's why i'm singing to you
[Chorus]
Mama
mama I love you
I don't give a damn about the media
"And for centuries they have been
Surrounded by secrecy and rumor
But tonight Action News has a
Rare look inside their village"
Tomb is open slap
of life.
'Cause tonight we're in London city.
And I got 'bout four hundred with me
Fifteen minutes ago we left barking, now we're approaching
The city,
he struggle
I gotta grind jus' to eat now
I gotta eat jus' a lil' now
So I gotta live my life this way
[Verse 1]
I stretched and yawned
4 years
And when will you guys learn
I told you it's my turn
Scar so smooth de gal dem think it's a sideburn
I get it to move, I never will lose
Naw gent, for life
throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out
I figured I wouldn't be bothered by the weight
I'm trying to change the pattern but it's on loop
even an outcast in my own group
what's it mean
Baby blue eyes still burning bright
like the flickering glow of the pilot light,
the most beautiful dreams that never come true,
castles erased by
waitin' for the moment to strike
Motherfuckers thought I would fall by
The way side but boy, did they lie
Since yay high
I knew I would ball like Shanghai
know for a fact that
Them boys probably chatting
I did this shit before rappin'
I been fuckin' these hoes
My big brother said that I
Wasn't goin'
We be groovin' the freaks love
The way we comin' down
They be like "Them boys be
Blowin' dro by the pound"
Ten cars, four trucks and a couple of Os
Put
hurry up and wait and baseball games
And a home by supper time kiss
Sometimes got it made is a life you wouldn't trade
Cause there ain't much better than
I’ve got a feeling this could end quite badly
I have the sense that life is overhead
Warm earth and four walls surround me
Migraine if only in my bed
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
Ooh, oh
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
Boy
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