Lyrics:
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
Sometimes it gets scary
But when you're by my side
The world may be chaotic
And the skies may explode
But we'll be okay, baby,
This much I know
supposed to, the click is coastal
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Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff
Probably
I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more, my love goes to Afeni Shakur
'Cause like Anne Jones, she raised a ghetto king in a war
And just for
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Hit you with shit that'll leave a loose nigga stiff
Probably thick, son, I solved 'em
Pulled him in my
some chicks and get some digits
And the DJ's playing them hits
Oh this my jam, this my shit
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus
impotential
Man you gon' know what I'm workin wit
When I hold it against you
Destination vip you can follow us
But if it was the last sip well jus follow us
someone to life, someone I've never seen
You know what I mean, you know exactly what I mean
I'll take the Scarface Pacino and the Godfather Brando
Mix
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
kindergarten
Yeah, you know, some of it might seem strange
But don't think, just obey
Let the music play, 'cause we put it in the song
So do everything that we
the charges
Don't let me see you in here again
Let this be a lesson learned, if you don't know your player rules
You liable to violate the game and get sent
Everyone in that room to
Come up with something completely new
And that's what is, completely new you know
We we experiment with things
And they get better,
dick out
Indiana Jones and whip your fuckin' dick out
Now punch your friend – punch, punch your friend
Get on the fuckin' floor and punch your best
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
Rosey, how are you?
Jackie, hey man, that's really out of sight
Well, thanks, Rosey wow, you sure are big
Well, you know
Being big get me into a lot
routine player
I'mma go get 'em, mix 'em up like a dealer
Man three is company, b**** call me Jack Tripper
Step up out the club wit a dizzy head
I got
there for you
Nothin' but love
Hit-boy on the boards
Your man, the maestro himself, Mr Jones
It's just natural like
That's what it gotta be
Shout
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is
"Is that Coolio?" Naw bitch, let me in
Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers
Hang
so bored
If you just keep kickin' listen, to the mix
And think you'll sink into the rhyme like quicksand
Holds and controls you 'til I leave
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Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff
Probably thick, Son I solved em
Pulled him in my world
nigga's he got?
Or what, how many nigga's is hot?
Yo, yeah you a fake wanna be rich nigga, bitch sticker
You know, that get on the stand and snitch
so bored
If you just keep kickin' listen, to the mix
And think you'll sink into the rhyme like quicksand
Holds and controls you 'til I leave
that baulin'!, cryin'! .....lyin'!
Cause this black Queen is shinin', you didn't know I was Lieutenant
Bitch, well that's primary
You just
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