Lyrics:
Yes, I'm just gonna stand and watch you dance from over here
Matter fact pass the Courvoisier
But I will walk you to your car, my dear
Cheers
It's
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
quits
When it's time to walk away
I'm every guilt trip, the baggage you have
But as you gather up all your possessions
If there's anything you have
motherfucker for long
At the end of it you know we both were wrong
But I love to play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
I do keep it blood like a Piru
I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it
tweed or no yak
more like 25 pounds of get back & I can tell by ya
walk it's talk back but if that ain't yo case let me take a ride
on yo' love
in my wardrobe
Floating on my walk home
Whole team was just one deep
MF DOOM on my headphones
Album done so it’s tour mode
Sometimes I just need
As soon as you think that's it I'm still talkin' shit
I told you that nigga was crazy
E boy, that's my boy, godamnit
I got a fable that you need
trying to walk it off
F- you too, call the cops
I'ma kill you and them loud barking dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next
Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage
Hopping out with two broken legs, trying to walk it off
Fuck you too bitch, call the cops
I'ma kill
Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage
Hopping out with two broken legs, trying to walk it off
Fuck you too bitch, call the cops
I'ma kill
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
HERE is a story about fame i heard
It first as a fable in Somalia
Before living it out in America
The fox, they say, once had an elegant walk
For
From the album best of donovan
An' my belly is craving, I got shakin' in my head
I feel like I'm dyin' an' I wish I were dead
If I lived till
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
accountable
And fathom the distance
Indigenous ambition
Independent solicit
It's understandable
On how I sample opinions
And walk into the land of opportunities
)
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
People doubted till’ i grew alive
Walk in - excuse me - move aside
Now you gotta’ swallow
And chew your pride
It's do or die
I’m ready
In da’ partment wit’
Mark it as another project in the books
Another album where I wrote all of the verses and hooks
A fuckin comeback, one album after another
Producing
the
Way you walk, yes, I live the way you move
MosI like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like the WAY you move
TalibI like
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
rap
But no Source never made me not buy an album
When they said it was wack
I walk in the party and just start bustin'
Right after I hear the last
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