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Get busy
Too $hort
She's the one, love those legs
Danced two records but it seems like days
Baby so fine I keep telling myself
I want
Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair
herself, to him, who knew for sure
Possessed they say by satan's insane lure
High a'top the mountain, for years they say she's seen
Looking down upon
every night when he would scold me
He knew I'd never make him very proud
So I ran away from home to live all alone
And make myself a standout in
he holds her,
Is it me she's thinking of?
Called her late just to stop by, but her parents said she wasn't home tonight
Was she with him?
God I hate
oooooooh!
But matter fact, got more chesse than nacho
Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho
I'm in the class, all by myself
Now you haters wanna
sex, when I'm hii-iiigh
Cash, Tecs flash Tecs
When I ride through ya projects
And clap at sets, a nigga high
North, South, East, West, riders get hiiigh
Guess he knew one day that we'll become us
That's just how it is when you live where we come from
Fight, don't run
Is the motto we live by
Get 'em
no home trainin'
Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it
I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit
I can still remember when
Grandpa died and our ship came in
Daddy said he left momma and him more money than we'd ever seen
And just like that we
, goddammit.
Let me kill him."
So the cop made them go home, and he drove me home,
and he confiscated their club and my rock as further evidence.
And I
The Place Can't Erase My Grend
Stuck On My Face When I'm With My Friends
When I Bust A Rap To A DJ Quik Beat
We Get Green Just Like Bill Bixby
Turn Into
purple rain
It's a wonder anybody ever comes out sane, but they do
And freedom it's all up to you
When you're by yourself you get that silent noise
You don't know who you fucking with
Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican
This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
eventually
I take it if they don't give it to me
Swear all of it was written for me (yep, yep)
By a higher card just spiritually (up, up)
Up in the wages,
still
And then they go home to the old silver clock
When day is through
Tick tock, so, so slow
It says 'Yes', it says 'No'
It says, "I wait for you"
of it, little nigga shit
And I bet my chick be sharin' our news
Tellin' his girl when I told her about my power moves
You know? Showin' off
Showed her
killed
My mama know I'm thuggin', it get ugly lay me in Winfield, oh yeah
Spin the block, hop out with them Glocks and leave 'em dead
I go by Top, if
We gone set this shit off on the 1 and 2 and 3
On the 1 2 3
I got a nigga me and him we be chillin'
We like to kick it he be feelin' what I
paying my rent every day
In the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams, "How lonely does it get?"
Hank Williams hasn't answered me yet
But I hear him
told me every day
That you made you never ever kept
By me I really want to believe
But not today, not today, not today, not today
You're the worst
my queen
You got over him when I got in between
Watching Martin on TBS as it was tedious
For us to eat TV dinners every time we was famished
But it
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
hesitate
Me bitter like guinness when you take it straight
Violate the team you get annihilate
One inna your head by your mother gate
Ohh lord
Dawg me nah my
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