Lyrics:
to be just as he is
Virtually real, and commercially appealed
To the lust of all the people where he lives
Eve was so naive, blinded by the pride
Bliggy
Player haters been hatin' all my playin' for years
Now they seein' they worst fears as I bathe in cheers
Parades and accolades
All shades
And it's Christmas eve in a sad cafe
When the moon gets this way
There's a little blue jay
By the newsstand
Wearing red shoes
So meet me tonight by
Didn't that happen in the Garden
When somebody spoke 2 Eve?
But I'm willing 2 do The Work
Willing 2 do what I gotta do
I'm willing 2 do The Work
sobbing on the couch, stoned as hell
During new year's eve, thinking of a new out?"
Fag lungz, protected by blood
(Don't think this is going to work out!
partner smoke him
Chuck E Cheese, I'm about pizza and my Rol' on
I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke
Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters
Every now and then (every now and then)
Put a smile on your face (put a smile on your face)
And make a friend (and make a friend)
Stop that hatin (Stop
understand that i ain't been
Bought up by the
Blocks and steamsI know you sitting
Waiting contaplateing all the ways
You plan on stoping
Eve well i understand
back, boy
(you got my back right?)
Sure 'nough
Even though them chicks be hatin' on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In whatever situation we gon'
I was the one sleepin' all alone
When you were at the party
I was the one waitin' by the phone
When you were with somebody
Now here you come
Want to know
What I want I to know
Why you hatin for
I know hatin ckuzs the street
Stop hatin it ain't G
I know you hate
How I be shining
I know
ease on by
Tip top, don't stop
Why not, not why
See I'm regular, this
Real shit, real niggas, real weed separated
And put the match on the tip
So
I got dick for days, you got ass for weeks (yeah, yeah)
Don't stop, get it, get it (that's real)
Don't stop, nigga, hit it (I will)
I'm gon' do
Hatin' on another grown man get your bread up
We can bread down nigga then keep your head up
Niggas wanna go , we can go nigga I'm talking head up
my arsenal
What a time to be alive ahn?
Let the memory linger like a bullet in your skull
I'm Adam YOU KNOW WHO's Eve
I let her win sometimes you win
Tempurpedic, massagin' the seats (whoa)
All of the hatin', it made me a beast (made me a beast)
We put the latest dome top on the V (yeah)
New two-tone
As I stand by the side of the river watching the virgin Mary float
By watching the currents drag her by a low song how long is gone
A low song
CUDDLING ON CHRISTMAS EVE
words and music by Rick Paul
Oh, the neighborhood's lit up with Christmas lights
Painting rainbows on the new-fallen snow
period, Eve, they hearin' it
Believe they fearin' it, but lovin' it though
I hate the game, fuck the fame, but I'm lovin' the dough
You couldn't tell
can stop the hatin', but that thugster music plays on (plays on)
You can count on Bone to come and rock it till we dead gone
I know we spit that shit,
Yeah, yeah
You believe that I'd just up and forget that shit?
I mean at the startin', I thought about lettin' this go
Adam and Eve, I know they
situation
I get money like a Caucasian
The car red, so the car Cajun, stop hatin'
Y'all ballers, I'm a sports agent, yeah
Wait a minute, let me translate
rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck that, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, Glock with
(Chorus)
[PD]
I took rap by the throat & locked it
P-Diddy fixed all those who tried to stop it
Some of y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it
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