Lyrics:
the house & he brought his man with him
I leave rap in a state of shock
Where to rock, from the figures still
Play the block with my niggas
Ill lush,
from a project chick or one with crazy loot
Like Nia Long in a cherry thong with the lights on
Sippin Perignon with Kelly Price on
I pull out my
shit
In Brooklyn I rock Timberlands
Still toast cinnamon
Been gangster way before he dropped many men
Liquor in my system, voice raspy who I sound
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
chance I got
And he would begin to cry
Telling me the stories of his days long gone by
Well he started out in an old jazz band
Up in Chicago town
That old
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
you found me
'cause it won't be long before you have to crown me
If I'm chicken, I'm jerk chicken and we're flickin'
And men die with chicks, so
Making my way across Dixie, eighteen sixty-five;
I walked all the and halfway to heaven, now believe I'm on the other side;
Day turns into
explain my plateau
And also what defines my name
Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
Now
Whoa
And you say New York City (uh huh)
Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
You been waitin' in the bay for us so long baby
We had
I've never ever felt this way before in so long
It's just a blur
it, anyway
Long ago, way back in the day in a place called West Deer Park
I was like 5, sit in my mama lap while she would drive
Police would knock
boy)
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?
(He's spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right
Thelma and Louise
We'll build that picket fence around our new house
Play the dixie chicks turned up nice and loud
And our photos in frames
won't be there
on the cash
Will take 'em on long trips
Break 'em with long dick
There was no such thing as strong relationships
But I'm off that playa shit
I need a chick
money that way
What do you want to do?
When we finally got down to something which the individual says he really wants to do
I will say to him, "You do
cheers
And chanting I started panicking and shitting bricks
Next thing you know I was getting raped by all three Dixie Chicks
After they were done their
so I got an Oldsmobile
A groovy Olds but I was going with this
Chick at that time by the time I
Got the Olds running decently
She went out and
Tore up
and restaurants, I don't know)
Yeah... yo...
[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I couldn't get enough from the way she smell
Was it Baby Phat, J.Lo, or straight Chanel
the air so stuck up arrogant
Ain't got long hot songs best cherish it
Whoever drop mine that's over phenito
You paying for your foul like a free throw (bow)
he?
Nigga, I'm illy
I don't wanna hear shit 'bout I can't rap like this
When I ain't did it that way nigga, fuck you partner
Ay, I run this city,
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
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