Lyrics:
Call that shit a eye for a eye, my nigga, by any means (sheesh)
Had extended clips before skinny jeans (yeah)
Now bow and arrows at cop cars with
I live here, boy
Now, I don't dig you
Took you for my friend, thought you were my pal
But now I found out you're tryin' to jive my gal
All shut
the curtains
It seems I was uninvited by your lovely bride-to-be
She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen
But I know you wish it was me
You wish it was
grace".
Or the night they broke behind us
And then took us by surprise
I whistled out to bonner, I seen the terror in his eyes
And he rode for all his
you fall into a trance
A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
With your folded arms and history books you glance
Into the eyes of Madame George
into a trance
A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
With your folded arms and history books you glance
Into the eyes of Madame George
And you
I'm tired of dancing here all by myself
Tonight, I wanna dance with someone else
Get into the groove
Boy, you've got to prove
Your love to me,
asses up
Go on out and paint the whole goddamn town red
But if I stay in denial I would only fall
But do, do, do you ever want to take boy like me
fall against the door, we fall into a wild warm kiss
We're buzzing like that no vacancy sign out front
Your skin is begging to be kissed by a little
[Lil Wayne talking]
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this
it up in the trunk
AK-47, M-11 and a pump
Rolled by ? on Scott Street
School was letting out,
"Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?" "watch me!"
Opened
eye
I got connections with the underground
Call me a common rodent boy
Sitting here safe and sound
Some molehill mother sauntered by
Acting like
up in the trunk
AK-47, M-11 and a pump
Rolled by [Incomprehensible] on Scott Street
School was lettin' out
"Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?", Watch
as the breeze blows by
Just a little breeze with some smoke in its eye
What have they done to the rain
Just a little boy standing in the rain
The gentle rain that
you and I want to
Shoot all the super heroes from your skies
Watch them reeling from your ceiling
As their empty anger falls out from their eyes
on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity"
Then gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king
him."
Go get your guns it's time to play
Let's hurry up don't waste the day
Out in the park we'll stage a fight
Just like on the T.V.
You play
I'm tired of dancing here all by myself
Tonight, I wanna dance with someone else
Get into the groove
Boy, you've got to prove
Your love to me,
If I close my eyes
I can almost hear my mother
Callin', "Neil, go find your brother
Daddy's home, and it's time for supper
Hurry on"
And I see
on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity"
Then gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king
mind
She got big blue eyes
Want her here by my side
She got big blues eyes
Want her here by my side
Hey, hey pretty baby
Let me be your
the nigga head dog
Lunatic smokin' loops, loose in your sector
Got my eye on em, on the apparatus
Like a bone to a dog, yea you know I gotta have it
friend?
She's got a brand new shiny boy
And they're moving out to Malibu
To play with all his pretty toys
And you feel closed in by the same four walls
Or the boy that he was, still wet in the ears?
Or the terrible sum of all of his fears,
In the eyes of this stranger who meets him?
So his glance rarely
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