Lyrics:
The sun is up and the shades are all pulled down
I'm more paranoid with every little sound
Like the leaf blower blowing the leaves around
more?
I said, yeah!
Said you'll see dragons after three or four
I said, yeah!
Under stand I'm not falling down
I said, look around, the rooms
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
wey, vámonos
Five and four, and three, and two, and one
And we smash through the door with the quickness up
Looking for the crop, and I heard you
Boys trying to get the digits
But we sneak by
Cus were heading to the club
Nothing gonna stop us now
Lets go
Are you ready? x3
Lets go
Are you ready?x3
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
working on
Cause I know
[Chorus]
Good to go for wherever I'm needed
Bags are packed and I'm down by the door
You can take all the tricks up my
just received his medal
It was just an old hand me down Ford
With three speed on the column and a dent in the door
A young boy, two hands
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
door three times and have your money
Or get to steppin' like Kappas stompin', I'll slap a junkie
I'm having lunch with Italian Sonny, don't ask
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
you like to be overthrown
Maybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina?
She was stolen from her mother when she was three days old
Now her vengeance has
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
(Ah yeah, oh no, the train, the train)
(Every two or three years the train kills somebody)
(Every two, three years, yup)
(Everyone knows about
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
the dogs and hunt you
Down drag you back here by the hair
Oh Allegheny something tells
Me you're dis-satisfied
Well could it be because I've
Been your
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
house, and the mistress also
And all the little children that round your table grow
The cattle in your stable and the dog by your front door
And all
marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, boom! Boom! Boom!
The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by
the backyard right next door
And everybody's mother
Is cooking something in the kitchen
Got dishes stacked ceiling to floor
I gotta say one, two, three
More
Sister Bridget by the stai, a glass of wine and she's almost there.
Cousin Jimmy at the door, another beer and he's on the floor.
Friends
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
the front door all night willing you to come
And he said, "It's supposed to be fun turnin' twenty-one"
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd
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