Lyrics:
lawyer said that he had connections
But wouldn't say what kind, that could provide top notch security
For the injured rap star"
"Shakur underwent
while Mase do-se-do's your daughter
A tri-camera rolls since our music's now set
Fly rhymes are stored on a DAISY production
It stands for "Da Inner
teach, 2 teach, 3 teach, 4 teach, 5 teach
6 teach, 7 teach more, this is what we've been commissioned
It's the reason why I write
So that you could hear
mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
This is, this is
Doing what I gotta do
What up though?
We the best music
I guess I'm on my Don shit
What that mean?
I'mma go
DJ Khaled
at Gettysburg
Surrounded by the heavy herb
The crowd is more or less wall to wall here, for the pure
Hip hop, how I'm rockin' got them droppin' they jaw
not the thing to do
But I can't stop my heart from throbbin' couldn't ease the pain by sudden
Forgive me now and I will always do what's right
It's my
window
Before the music ends
With company by Dino and Sarge
I'd like to make one more charge at Vegas
You won't find me at that
Idiot wheel that spins,
George: 11:45 pm. I rode over the King's Highway. I saw a man. Stopped
to talk to him.
Pardon me, Sir. Could I talk to you for just a minute, Sir?
mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
always looks the other way and she don't know what to do
For he is such a perfect doll with blond and curly hair
But he's just four and she's just three
Katie from Portland, Maine
And each day I fall more in love with your message and your music and everything about you
RattPack all day, every day for
kindness
It's taken for weakness
Now I'm FourFiveSeconds from wildin'
And we've got three more days 'til Friday
I'm just tryna make it back
Home by Monday
knowing what might happen today, ain't that a shame
In Missoula Montana we were out on tour
With country music's brightest star that we knew for sure
Sine waves make the bass
Gonna take y'all to a higher place
Four bucks for a gallon of what
I'm a highway baby, don't need to rush
Side-chains
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
It was a dark night, pitch black, May 20, 19
Approximately 11:30 p.m., a black child was born.
Upon his arrival and rapid growth,
Being exposed
Oh, oh, oh
For the longest time
Oh, oh, oh
For the longest
If you said goodbye to me tonight
There would still be music left to write
What else
Yo it goes tellin' hoes bobbin Saturday 3'o clock on Melrose shoppin
Six pm flight for more club hoppin'
Landing at H town, damn they got it
If I asked you one more time
But we've been through this a hundred times or more
Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high
All
if I sent you down the fare
But by then it would be winter, nothing much for you to do
And the wind sure blows cold way out there
Four strong
this
More money now than before the music hit
And our hair, of course it's real
We just jazz it up a bit for the sex appeal
And no we don't lip-synch
The club
Why
To party and have some fun
What is it that,
Can come and take away all your stress, tell me
Music
No further questions, you have passed my
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