Lyrics:
to the rest cause he got weird feelings
Outcast outlier out this world alien
Back of the class in space again huh
Nothing in his mind but always something in it
sell much
Platinum all in my wall dawg, crib big it like a mall dawg
I’m doing numbers like call logs
Lil' small money, I call y'all
My house worth
feel like Julius Randle
That's a fact
A big one I leave the gig done
When I spit I'm Isaac Newton and not the fig one huh
Back on my bully get the locker
the world to me
And tomorrow I'd ask the Indian chief
For the hand of NovaLee
Dad's trembling lips spoke softly
As he told me of my life
Twas then he
stressed out
To think
What is he doing right now
I start to think out loud
But my heads all up in the clouds
I feel my feet on the ground
I know I got it
of my nigga Bootie Brown
Decided to take a ride to see what's really going down
Up on the North side of town
Of course I brought the quarter pound
challenging ourselves to
Better than we are white folks
Instead of driving-by using the "N" word
They will say:
(Look! Look at them! Oh! my God!
They're
been doing alright
Except for what's up in my heart
He be messing with my mind
Every night, every day
Mind every day, mind every day
My mind every day
getting everybody, man
We living in the last days
We living in the last days
We living in the last days
You can see my eyes watering through these bad
free
I'm a saint, aye, and I'm holding a key
I'm the one that He loves, so that's me, aye
I been
If He has the whole world in His hands, why would I ever
from speaking truth
This escape from all the ruin, an Eden in the hills
No one questions what you doing... "He just eating what he kills!"
Hook 'em by
Help bro when he's in need
Couple of gs
Make it work no re
Back shots are the only way my bitch can turn her back on me
Bro is 6'3
and he's so short
Picking up the language from the local girls
People say this world sure can chew you up
But he lived by the dice trusting his good luck - alright
So he
to the addicts
Make rapping become a habit
Inflation all in my pockets
I'm rising like I'm Aladdin
And riding the magic carpet
To places I can't imagine
What
a jumble indeed
And in my efforts to succeed
I've had to formulate a creed.
I believe in doing what I can
In crying when I must
In laughing when I choose
Hey
What do I keep doing wrong, what did he do right?
Made me write another song, another broken rhyme
Lost in her eyes
I keep on getting
Lost in her eyes
the serving like wock he a preacher
(Gimme wock by the pint percocet I don't need it)
I been shipping out K's it come in the uh
Can't pour no red better pour my
should fall
But even my writers block ends in a fire wall
Everybody acts reckless judging by they past efforts
If they ran shit why it won't show up in
the moon so
I don't wanna be twenty something
And still in my head about
Seventeen in my bedroom talking, You said that by now
We'd paint the walls of our
Puffin off the plug
Doing what I does
Bitches show me Love
It's J-Knotti
It's Bruce Lee-John Wayne
Step up in this bitch like
Tyler Cage in 'Step Up' in
was no other way
How else could he face the Dons of history
And brush them all away
Such a potent man was he
Scandalized by nothing, perhaps what only
I don't see that hate cause Im somewhere out of space dude
I keep doing me I don't worry bout what they do
Riding round town top down with your bae
on that strip
If Big L was alive
and he wasnt in Harlem
If Stackz bundles was here
and he still yelling squad up
What if Pun lost the weight
And his
turned out by my triple X
It's nothin new - I've ran up in a few
Hit the party had the hardest G's cuffin them too
Cause I'm a mack, the whole world
Discuss these whats he doing in my world by wayne newton Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In