Lyrics:
god, really need ya)
Just lay down your burdens by the riverside (help me baby, help me sweetheart)
Hah, and you'll be alright, ya'know what I'm sayin?
[Intro]
Eh, yo, yo yo
This is Ying Yang Twins with a ghetto public service announcment (uh oh)
Red light (ohh), red light (ohh, ohh)
Stay by
sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your animal deals and
Your wise men don't know
by the hand
And bring you somewhere where the sand is
Two nights, we landed
We went straight into the room
And played the music and started dancing
You told the man in the Broadway Hotel
Nothing was stranger than being yourself
And he replied with a tear in his eye
Love was a rollaway, just
Nearer blessed the Lord to the cross
Where He has died
Consecrate me now to thy service Lord
By the power of grace divine
Let my soul look up with
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
of the force
Black biscuit by park side in a Porsche
You're off sides in the fort
We are survivors of the war of good and evil
I'm in the hood, in the hood
bloodlust over principles
Wouldn't waste the ink but Ima show you what this pen'll do
Sword of truth forever sharp, hostile in assemblage
Love to point
the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove
The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
On the corners
I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I
you
the oldschool introduction.
There used to be stores in New York where you could actually go and
buy whatever you needed. A little of this, a little
love is in service
It will never be worthless, go, go, go
I sing along to any beautiful song
It might drive you crazy
But baby I warned ya
My love is
on its side
My love for you is the opposite of its temp
While travelin' to Neptune with my flame
Where the God of the sea rules the winds
Like you rule
the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove
The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
On the corners
I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I
sword for the police robeast
Cochise, write a rhyme like a book report
And sell it to a rookie you could tell by the hook he bought
You ain't know he
I never was the kind of girl that's
Naturally sure when it comes to love, oh no
Hello, i was insecure fix hair bonjour!
But when it comes to you
to say
"Hello, haven't seen you on this bus before"
I gave her a look that said
"Huh, life is funny, you never know what's in store
By the way, your hair
But this is where I'm from
3-2-1 I can't cum
No other way
No way, no how
You know the bowwow do it Long Beach style
To the fullest young nigga
you Lord but my guilt has got me feeling so faithless
Help me see where your face is
Take me back to the basics
Help me find my joy in you and not
surprised by the disguise that the messenger wears
Nor the situations in which you find yourself saying your prayers
Oh don't be surprised by the disguise
hours
By the way she is a model of course
Hair all made up and makeup powered up
Walkin on a runway
But she don't know where she goin
Shes just hopin'
Hey what you know
Outside of the beastie boys show
Saw that kid that tried to get with me
He said by the way where ya been
Are you still wit that
closed
Messenger and Facebook fears
Throw caution to the freaks they have exposed
I used to love the way you strut
So blinded by unspoken lust
For if I
antlers
Cancerous cause I ain't got no time to play
When I ask you a question
Answer is the lie where you lay
Lay where you die
Never wake up die where you
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