Lyrics:
After laughter, comes tears
Yo check yo yo, check the script
Me and the gods get it ripped
Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip
Had a box,
You should have seen him lick his lips
At old black Molly B
Louisiana rain
Is falling at my feet
Baby, I'm noticing the change
As I move down
You can call me crazy, say I'm insecure
But I don't want to be, just another girl
Strange, how you claim to tell the truth
When the passenger seat
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
You should have seen him lick his lips
At old black Molly B
Louisiana rain
Is falling at my feet
Baby, I'm noticing the change
As I move down
Yeah, Sting
A you say everything likkle ting she do is magic
Likkle black magic girl, you know?
Di-da
See it deh
Ba-dang
Ba-dang
Ri-ding-ding,
the hall of the mountain kings
I stood high upon a mountain top, naked to the world
In front of every kind of girl, there was
Black ones, round ones, big
After laughter, comes tears
Yo check yo yo, check the script
Me and the gods get it ripped
Blunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lip
Had a box,
homies
Why? Cause all the homies on me
Hey yo all the digital gonna have to do for now
But I'ma break it down when I get by your town
I love it girl
to do for now
But I'ma break it down when I get by your town
I love it, girl
The way you bring your light into this room
I love it, girl
The way your
My old man is a bad man, but
I can't deny the way he holds my hand
And he grabs me, he has me by my heart
He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past
Yo! I met this girl the other night
Hype super-dope body and face, her mini-skirt tight
Talkin' 'bout legs and lips, mindblowin' hips
Had to cross
Uh, uh
I got that real good, feel good stuff
Up under the seat of my big black jacked up truck
Rollin' on thirty-fives
Pretty girl by my side
schools
Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the heart and went by the set
I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"
Kickin
baby
Now, I need somebody to love
Girl, you must be Jamaican
Because Jamaican me crazy
Girl, you must be Jamaican (Ooh hoo hoo, ooh hoo hoo)
Because
on a half-cold coffee
Starin' at a girl who's not me
On your arm, a carbon copy
Feels like we had matching wounds
But mine's still black and bruised
Movin' to the backbeat
Walkin' down Main Street
Checkin' out the new scene
Watchin' all the girls go by
High heels - short dress
Baby, make your
One wore black
One wore black
The trail of tears is winding on
Many pass along the road
Dusty soldiers march along
As they file one by one
Well it was out in California by the San Diego sea
That was when I was taken in and it left its mark on me
Yeah she nearly drove me crazy with all
Obie Trice
Real name, no gimmicks
Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
'Round the outside, 'round the outside
Two trailer park girls go
(Two, two, one, two, three, four)
By the San Diego sea
That was when I was taken in
And it left its mark on me
Yeah, she nearly drove me crazy
We come to make it hot for ya, roof!
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just lettin' loose up in here, go crazy
The way we bouncin'
you want to go, get on below
Pinking out the day, dreaming out the crazy way
Finger on the love, it's all above
Everywhere it's six-sex-six by luck
you want to go, get on below
Pinking out the day, dreaming out the crazy way
Finger on the love, it's all above
Everywhere it's six-sex-six by luck
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