Lyrics:
nigga, on some, R&B Shit
Now that shit done fucked around and, made me rich
And, For those of you who don't like it, why y'all can suck my "Uh!"
These
ain't makin' straight A's in school
And ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different
So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we
mind oh-ohh
So baba gbo'hun adura mi
Hear my cry
Batife kori lo ri
If e no be you (If e no be you)
How I foh take dey live my life
Ebi o pa ti pa mi by
anally, now
What would you do for a little bit?
What would you give for a little bit of that C-O-C-A-I-N-E?
('Cause once you cave in, you don't want
live by
Eeh Ooh Aah
The one that I breath through
Eeh Ooh Aah
You’re my life
You’re my Hope
You’re my Peace
You’re my Joy
Eeh Ooh Aah
That’s who You are
the Atlantic ocean
As I flow in slow motion
And I be cooking you suckers like tan lotion
The K-double-O-L, G-R-A-P, and P-O-L-O
Would like to say hello
you wit' me?
(Yeah)
L.B.C., N.Y.C., D.P.G., Heavy D
All up in yo' frame, Pretty Tone type game, now listen
I know this sunny who be lifty off
falsettos
Dreaming to be on my team I told her hell no
Double R my L O monogram where the loops at living for whatever
Its whatever to recoup that, guessing
said L.O.V.E. love
All style and no substance
You can think but keep it to yourself
I can't sleep at night and I can't be somebody else
I've got power,
wanna know when you gon' respond to Osiris
And go to E.O. Dub, battle in front a judge
Instead of hitting Smack and tryna entertain the thugs
Come
rockin' and clockin' and shockin' and rockin', go house
Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs, Pow Wow, G L O B E
The Soul Sonic
NYC, word up
M-O-B-B D-E-E-P, A.C.D. burn sometin'
Let's get lifted, Queens is you wit me
Niggas' shifty, I turn around, a kid tried to hit me
live to spite we
We done hear the news (yeah, bullet)
So we like fuck you too nigga (fuck)
We ain't gotta pretend (2 chainz)
We don’t fuck with you
preach
Little shorties want to be down like Brandy when they hear me speak
The be double O-T-L-E-G-T-H-E-are-A-P
see-A-P-O-N-E-D-A-why-T-O-N-A-V-E
God E don give me the life I dé live
Tell me why I no go dance lika this
We are led by the Spirit of God
So everybody come follow me dance
Mais où sont
Muscles tearing
And internal b-l-e-e-d-i-n-g
Now i got l-i-m-p
Striving to b-e
The next p-i-m-p
You see i can be
Narcissistic
Pessimistic
And obsessive
With
Time to learn your ABC's
Sing it along with me
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y and Z
Now you know your ABC
Next time won't you
thug like him, dro like him
If you forgot the name, and you been wondering it's
N.O.R.E, N.O.R.E
They want to be like you, smoke like you, live like you
[Chorus: Ashanti + (Ja)]
J-A-are (yeah) you-L-E (what, let 'em know)
(Who else you thought it would beeeee)
(All my bitches with me say)
J-A-are, you-L-E
girl you do me juju
Oya farabale ma lobe
Oya tete komole
I like the way you judi e
Mo mope o ti komije chai
You don jazz me
Be like say you don jazz me
Days of Thunder
It's Road Rage, your days are numbered
What RZA put together let no man tear asunder (motherfucker!)
This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow
the dc Talk, d- d- down with the dc Talk
Are you down with the dc Talk, d- d- down with the dc Talk
Thinkin' of a way to explain-o
Cause ya' know
open-heart offence
this is the point of no return
no more petty crimes and no amends
no amends
no amends
d o n ' t c r y a r i v e r f o r m e ( b e c o o l )
to be famous
Naughty by nature
Stay on Q-tips
In this tribe called quest
Ducking dese hatas in CR vests
I cannot stop and you know that shit
Catch me
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