Lyrics:
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
an album funky like Dre
But I'm everyday, thinking about my rent and my phone bill
And my light bill, and my water bill, and I can't spill and my people peel
opinion, you deserved it
And remember, you should always hate the Big Bills OP
I grab your link, find the cheats
I rant, I rant, I rant on them chants
Yeah,
Let me take you to that night where time stood still
I was on my way back home, plotting on a mill
Still we eating value meals
21 with nothin'
thoughts around me ain't getting me by
I'm finding truth in wounds much deeper than mine (Than mine)
And
Soon I'll pay my own bills with the bred from my
in my wardrobe
Floating on my walk home
Whole team was just one deep
MF DOOM on my headphones
Album done so it’s tour mode
Sometimes I just need
This was not what I signed up for. Andy screamed at me.
What do you mean? You told me you wanted me to write Christmas music! I yelled back.
I
irrelevant (Okay)
We followed you back home, let me know
If he telling we gone put him in the zone, let me know, aye
Bitch I'm fully loaded with my head in
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
woah)
I'm in that zone I know I been gone long (long)
But I came back to niggas saying that they run my home (Hell No!)
Hizzy's home Hizzy's home Hizzy's
You're at NYU
Always wearin purple, we're not fuckin with the blue
Ivy League's a circle jerk, we're comin with the new
Tuition bill's are up now
the street and we totin
I hit your bitch with the dick, now she say that she bloated
Since I dropped the album, I gotta carry my gun loaded
Remember, back up
that a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come home.
Bill drove by that door
In an automobile,
A great big diamond, coach and footman
Hear that
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
a view
Fall back 'cause I'm comin' through
With my whole team, they comin' too
That's real, too real
Mothafucka tell me how you feel
I'm too good for
Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone
Better than Q? Yeah, uh, check 2-1-2
Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone?
Uh, back to the boogie, boogie
that a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come home.
Bill drove by that door
In an automobile,
A great big diamond, coach and footman
Hear that
is tribal
Sam folks these sambos dying on plots that’s not ours
Wish we can cop a time machine and go back thousands of hours
And on the way I stop by
whole album
I don't need to no one to cope for that
When you know that I'm the baddest like what up
I'm just sittin' on back
Watchin' this game fall
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
a Porsche with only two doors,
need to upgrade cause you missin some
We just got two different bills, different styles, different sums
Started as a drive-by
with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
Come on, let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road
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