Lyrics:
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge's washed out
At the bottom of the hill
Big Creek's up Little Creek's level
Plow my
it
I wanna tell you 'bout it
Hands up, everybody run
Cole outside and he say he got a gun
Niggas like "man that's what everybody say"
Go and pop
(yeah)
Just, j-j-just dance
Dance, dance, dance to the rhythm
Get it in 'em, no sittin', who you kiddin'?
It's fittin' that they call Mr. Kardinal
celebrated
But you tolerate it
While you were out building other worlds, where was I?
Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?
I made
[J Dilla:]
Yeah
Let's go
Turn it up
Introducin'
World famous beat junkie
Jay Dilla
Yeah
I got my man with me
[Common:]
Get up get up
on the dance floor checkin' out that catalog (hey)
Can't believe my eyes, so many women without a flaw (hey)
And I ain't gon' give it up, steady tryna pick it
Drink all in my cup
Smoke all in my vision
You so turned up
Hittin' all of these positions
Everything I got 'bout to throw it on you
You olympic
the french fries
Pizza pie, garlic and anchovy
I keep burning up calories as fast as I keep putting them down
Eat food, put it in my mouth
Chew it up
Cole, Gina, Tommy
P**** is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
And Simon say go and get my motherf***ing money
Young mula b****, tell them hoes, take
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge's washed out
At the bottom of the hill
Big Creek's up and Little Creek's level
Plow my
off and throw the Ye's on
Rewind, J's on
Take these mothafuckas off and throw the Ye's on
Yeezy, tell these niggas that they is slaves
Master want
of meat
Oodles of butter and somethin sweet
Gallons of coffee to wash it down
Bicarbonated soda by the pound
Then throw me
(Smack dab in the middle)
I
of butter and somethin sweet
Gallons of coffee to wash it down
Bicarbonated soda by the pound
Then throw me (smack dab in the middle)
I picture it
Carolina, I heard of named J. Cole (Cole)
And they say they delayed his flight, so they gotta Photoshop him in
I hope this shit look right (I hope it right)
you seen a nigga throw it (nigga throw it), th-throw it (throw it)
Throwin' that ass for days
Booty goin' up, down
I ain't got no problem spendin'
I'm Mrs. Nat King Cole
And what a joy it's been
To be asked by Brian McKnight
To remember some of the christmas' with my husband
We were married
problem
There's something deep inside me and I
Can't seem to resolve it
My worst days, man I just want to revolver
My best days I'm blinded by all this fog
Coast flow is different than the East
But it ain't no different in the street
I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
I crack 'em one by
know that we can
We can do it
If we try
Let war and hatred
Pass us by
D.J. CODA:
Throw down your guns and pick up the love
Yes I know that we can do it
hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It's no stoppin' when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don't stop (L)
games begin
Yakity yak don't jump back or its on
Callin up Earl on tha car phone
Mack 10 just got out of court
Rollin through tha hood in his
And that song that really matters tonight
So (Party Party) all night long
(J-J-Jam)
(J-J-Jam)
(J-J-Jam)
(J-J-Jam)
Come on now
Pump It up
classed by the powers that be
Give me loss of hope
Cast out, buried in a hole
Struck down, forcing me to fall
Destroyed, giving up the fight
Well, I
her kids to bed
Her and her husband Bobby well they split up
I guess it's two years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times
She
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