Lyrics:
know what time it is.
Who's house?
Runs house!
Ah, once again my friend
Not a trend for then
They said, rap was crap
But never had this band
Till
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
When
my apologies to Bob, pass the horn!
No need for false alarm
Word up!
The Nuyopian charm is for show back again
It's rememberin' the was
You want it your way, I want it mine
It´s gonna take more than us to try
Put it back together
It's better late than never
We can make it work alright
haters, just live your life
(Hey, ayy ayy ayy)
No tellin' where it'll take ya, just live your life
(Oh, ayy ayy ayy)
'Cause I'm a paper chaser, just
head cut off
Three 6 Mafia hypnotizin' don't make me set it off
Screamin' notha fuckin' murder, murder, murder on my mind
Gettin' wild with these
iller than me (no one)
No one is iller than me (no one)
It's Mr. Swifty from the 313
I make rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' they
'em
So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em
On your Amerie it's just 1 thing about 'em
It's called love
Niggas don't sing about it no more
expecting her and she's got work to do
He helplessly stands by
It's meaningless to try
As he rubs his red-rimmed eyes
He says, I've never seen her get
Atlanta, Lil' Haiti (Haiti)
Where I'm from, it's hard to make it (make it)
I'll never let 'em take it (take it)
Grammys, I was nominated (whoa)
Told that
thing out.
It's all been designed he said to make you loose your mind
And when you go back to find it there's nothing there to find
Every time you look
But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin' to tell you
Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out, smokin' greenery
Considered a B.G, but I'm off
how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, look at me like "Bob
Why you stuntin' like that?"
Ahh, tell 'em blame it on the black Cadilac
I hop out that, haters, hop
to die
And they'll be comin' down from Kansas and West Arkansas
It'll be one great big old party like you've never saw
Uncle Slaton's got his Texan
She know what I can bring to the table
I can tell if it's real by the label
We had TV, but we didn't have cable
Now I'm richer than all of my
Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored
Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
Y'all praise the thug ways
So forever it's on, baby
My Young
My Clan'll make the most hardrock chump turn to glass
and shatter, leave no traces of your matter
You kids playin hot feet, wait til you go
Its been a long time since the
Rhyme rode a rough road
I'm riding rhythms and givin' a
Dose of brother load
Never said I wasn't good at it
'cause I'm
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs
Oh, you did it to me once again my friend
I swear you do it to me everytime
'Cause you stay crazy on my mind
Yo you got it goin on (say word),
to make it worth it
A pig skin I never nerved you
You felt lever never pleather, real bringing the pleasure
By any means and means of leaving you teens
love of mine
Is gonna wind up leaving me for Carolina
I don't mind the rain, it suits me
Makes the pain pursuit seem less unruly
It's been a good
And I say no, no more, I can't see you again
But I don't know if I mean it, I don't know if I just pretend
I make up my mind, the feeling's dead
But
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