Lyrics:
and then they're shakin' their asses at those girls
With the pretty music
Those pretty boys got pretty, pretty, pretty girls
Come and dance with me, check my
grind on
So I can live lovely and get my shine on
Early in the morning, to late at night
I be doing my thing, going on flights
Catching the night
gave you the gun
Then tell Chuck Berry how I rate your song
To mess with the best reach inside your purses
Put that money on the men with live verses
Top
Then terminate your fuckin crew
Cause I don't give a fuck
Some say that all dogs have it's day
But why the fuck should I have to worry
When I'm a fuckin
Addiction, but when you finally did you didn't skip a beat, or alter =
Your inflection. Where do you live? You change your home so fast, I got =
You
Yet i want it all
I've gained nothing from this
You want to see me fall
Don't live life by the norm' in society
Do what you have to do to keep you
I always thought if you want to change the world
Then you have to start with yourself
So if the heads of state want to end terrorism
They should
down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy,
worked the land together, and we learned to count on each other
When you live off the land you don't have the time to think about another man's coulour
Listen to me Jesus
This disease deceives us
Takes us for a flight
Then shoots us down
We need some protection from this soul infection
Help us
This road is worn it's a long walk to home
Rest seems lost on my own
The world has no mercy for me
All I need is something to live for and stand
loved her even then
You know my papa disapproved it
My mama boohooed it
But I told them time and time again
"Don't you know I was made to love her
Built
green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
We circle winter, spring, and summer to fall
Spend a lifetime tryin' to make some sense of it all
Trip over questions raised by fallen men
As if
But how many can get down like the PJ?
Not many, if any, then here's the cables
A microphone and two turntables
So come on, show us what you got
No
green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
the casualties got us caught up in the game
I'm surrounded by so much drama, every day I visualize
Walk the streets wondering I'mma die or stay alive
I could
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Jesus
Jesus
Screamer
Your mind's fucked up by serving
Some one you don't know
You don't if it's real
If you really wanna bop then find
Some one
ain't down wit tha an No Limit, then ride out,
y'all hypin died down, its baskin an dried out,
sparks poppin from the ground it's commin out my
Tussin, smokin' Sweets
One weekend, I'm in his town, his crib
You really must trust a nigga to show him where you live
Fly scenery, space aged things,
it take to save us
From the plague
Contracted by blood The virus can be in us all You're one of it's
Victims, but then thousands more
And they
I loved her even then
You know my papa disapproved it
My mama boohooed it
But I told them time and time again
"Don't you know I was made to love
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