Lyrics:
feel like
You know all you gotta do is tell me what you sippin' on (sippin' on, ayy, ayy)
And I promise that I'm gonna keep it comin' all night long
pass me by
Three hearts will break in two
Cause me, myself and I
Are all in love with you
Me, myself and I
Are all in love with you
We all think
the time I was 21
That shit disturbed me, but you never hurt me
Hello Brooklyn, if we had a daughter
Guess what I'ma call her, Brooklyn Carter
When I
'll take cash, we'll take checks
We'll take credit cards, we'll take jewelry
We'll take your momma's dentures if they got gold in them
So who's gonna be
know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know
dragonflies
If I don't live to see tomorrow, all my kids got daddy's eyes
I hustle, hustle like the rent was due yesterday
Muscle car got more muscles than
to The Chronic
You got that good weed, breathe
And we can smoke a blunt a piece
She tryna smoke up all my weed
I told her roll up two of these
It got me
Uh. Here it comes.
Well, funky monkey's in the jungle tonight.
They got two by two. Didn't get me right.
They playing loudest baby.
Gone
always covered by the safety-pin
Where will the dimple be ?
Every night we stay at home, my love and me alone
making wishes over dishes in the sink
know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know
me, helpin to make moves, I appreciate it all so look out im comin' through, got that mic in the hand, backed by the fans, step into this genre, f#*k
on anymore
But we gonna survive
We gonna feel alive
Well the grass isn’t greener
If it’s all on fire
When I reach for the answers
I get burned by a liar
Where
Ain’t none of this s**t gon change me
It’s just gonna make all these bi****s look
Oh dats ya b***h well she gettin took
Good brain she be reading books
Oh
If you stop me
Then I'll hit the ground
(And we go, And we go)
Round, round baby round, round
Spinnin' 'round on me
I don't need no man
Got my kicks
and more each day
Don't you let them take away this love that we have, baby
No, baby, no
[Chorus x2]
Why would I give you my credit card
If I really
your bone in
Easy, call em on the phone and
platinum Chanel cologne and
I stay, dressed, to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
if
my thing
I can feel the pressure, from every side
If you ain't gonna help, don't hurt, just pass me by
Oh, no
Hercules
I must be Hercules
is their bank
If you hear shooting in the backyard, brother we ain't firing blanks
Now people these days make fun of us, say we're causing all this
passing by.
Count the sweeties in a jar,
Wang a welly really far,
Have a go and then maybe do it all again!
Verse 2 Well, if you want a little bite,
need to get my people back to where they should be
And since nobody else is gonna do it its gonna have to be me
[Chorus: Junior Reid]
If it was up
the
Streetapparel, keep the path straight and narrow while we bombin' on
Pharaoh, so Bounty Killer pour the sorrel let's make plans for tomorrow,
'Cause if it's
feet under (six feet under)
And we’re all gonna make it there
I said, heaven is six feet under
And we’re all gonna make it there!
If you’re made
A lot of lost motherfuckers stuck on what they gonna be
They ain't gonna be me, gotta get it before the year 2G
To all my niggas, let them do your
He wouldn't say he cared at all if you asked him
You're heading for a fall, brother, it goes right past him
In another world (world)
He's in
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