Lyrics:
Wait, till the sun goes down, then we'll go walkin', down by the sea,
It's been a long time, for my girl and me
Take a trip, down by the shore,
When success is on your mind
But true direction is missing
You know the Gods have lied - but you're still smitten.
By the stars in your eyes
I
the Humanoid Boogie's got the humanoid hip-types
Jumpin' and-a jivin'
Burnin' out their energy cells like an infrared hot dog
Motorbike heart beats flutter
never felt this way before
Like a dog always begging for more
I've been fooled by love so many times
I gave up on love and silly rhymes
Got my
Taking the dogs
Across the street
To a grassy space
Between the buildings
Watching your shadow
Cast by the street light
It does appear
As if
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
[Chorus: Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
POP,POP,POP
but I ain't going out like that cause even mace wont blind me
It takes a 100 cops, an army, and dogs and they still couldn't find me
Cause I'ma
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
the chances are against it and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him,
'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his
that move
So, why's the house empty?
Lights off by the end of this week
I leave wit' what I came wit', baby
I'll take the dogs, you keep the Mercedes
the carpet
A healthy pretty baby found
Cryin' in the garbage
Walk your dog, she pees on the sidewalk
No movies no clubs
'cause you're bound to get caught
In
So don't tell me whatchu wish for
You wanna be kept by a rich ho
Bitch-ass nigga, I'm tryna hit me a lick
She better pay me right now
She wanna get
he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the best champagne
It's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
destiny
Hop on my murder chart overcome the odds
This goes out to all my dogs
Just holler if you hear me like a
Charger made by dodge made by dodge
Just ask
you, I love you
South beach smokin' out
With a lot of women, yeah it's goin' down
Any time I blow, know it's by the pound
I done got a cleaning lady in
move my arms
Ran my bands up, copped a foreign
I got the bando jumpin' like Jordan
I do them random bitches for fun
I'm smokin' loud these days by
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They putting liens on a nigga things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your family
know
Short Dog peep game, come on
I'm ridin' down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets
No beer-belly fool, we get it all for eats
Cocoa Puff
after
'Cause of original sin
Rip away the tears
Drink a hope to happy years
And you may find a lifetime's passed you by
What would you say?
Hand me a cigarette dog!
They got me feelin' crazier than a motherfucker
I got Bad Ass in this motherfucker
Makaveli the Don, representin'
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice cube]
It's the dog breathin' through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster s***
Don
Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes want to call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
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