Lyrics:
on the hood ma, I ain't done yet, uhh
[Chorus]
[Shyne] (Barrington Levy)
We've been together for a few months now
Did it all, Four Seasons to the Trump
out my way, I stop for nothin'
Give me some time and give me your patience
Came in the game last month, fuck the game, I'm done
Give me a sign
remember that time when my favorite colors were pink and green?
Hey, remember that month when I only ate boxes of tangerines?
So cheap and juicy
Hey,
It's been a couple months that I've been single so
You can call me Artie Claus minus the Ho Ho
Get it, hehe, I'd probably visit where Katrina hit
(chea)
Them gfgs got the coupe lookin' silly
One month on the road, came home with a milly (ha ha)
Get my grown man on, cuz I'm not a kid (nope)
And I
sittin' at the end of the month, I just made it
Like you made the B team
And like the daddy's wife you makin' the coffee
You heard the ATLiens
So back
Long is one night, and long the second one;
how can I.... how can I wait through three?
Once a month.... a month seemed less to me
compared
things might get rough
You poked a sleeping giant
That ain't ate in months
And when it opens it's eyes
First thing it's gonna wanna do
Welcome
Well, alright I'm walkin' home
I should've done that months ago
'Cause we are diggin' the same hole
And we ain't gettin' to China
But I got
out soon
A month after March, two before June,
It's nice with Ali Shaheed Mohammed, my DJ who
Is real dominant (Mohammed, Mohammed)
He and I
'Twas on Good Friday morning
All in the month of May
A German ship was signalling
Beyond out in the bay
With twenty thousand rifles
All ready for
to his mama
It's months since they've seen daddy
There's a pale light shinin'
From a bare refrigerator
By the stained cracked plaster
By the cold
me paint a picture
First of da month tryna get dis scrilla
Couple O's over here couple O's over there
Gotta whole one stash in my livin room chair
Dude
I was sittin' on a creek bank, bored out of my mind
Can't stand away a day, a week, a month of my whole life
And then it hit me like a ten pound
better smoke another blunt
I see ya when I see ya, I be in London for a month
You niggas bench riders, we know you won't play
2 shows a day even In
(chea)
Them gfgs got the coupe lookin' silly
One month on the road, came home with a milly (ha ha)
Get my grown man on, cuz I'm not a kid (nope)
And I
I should've told you my secret
But now I'm 'fore the month
Nobody seems to see it
I wanted it all
I couldn't help to notice
You're still
Hit this motherfucker, G
(N-naw, man, I can't fuck with that)
Aw, man, I been dealing with you for three motherfuckin' months
you ain't hit
The clown I knew of months ago
[Chorus]
I only wanted to be somebody
So fucking bad, I came unglued
I only wanted to be somebody
So here we are now,
It's a hard way to return
Down on my knees
My walls are tumbling down
Leaves falling from the trees
Days turn into months, Months turn into years
For 1200 days and nights I remained sleepless
Only seemed to lie recounting in a dream that disappeared long ago
As hours grew to days grew to months
because this is February
And high up on the roof I hear the rain
Tell me why is it necessary for these winter months
To make my bones sore
Tell me why
here in Michigan
For each bullet if you got no CCW license
I tried to apply for one, they said it take five, six months
What the fuck am I supposed
Red Lambo doors
Versace in my pores
2 car garage
I got 4 cars
10k a month
Two for the price of one gotta make these funds
So baby lets have
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