Lyrics:
a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey)
Lyrics full of steroids, niggaz paranoid (hey)
And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
She's young and soft and kind
And she deserves a whole lot better
Than a guitar pickin' drifter
Who never gave a tinkers damn
But if lovin' me is
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
On the turntable sound like tornadoes
My style is performed like tropical storms
Your not to get on the whole spot will get torn
I keep the metropolitan hollering
to be givin' there's a lot that she gave
There's not a slave, in this day and age
I'm proud to be
Black, god damn, I'm tired my man
Don't worry bout
baby made him think
He knew he had a lot he must confess
He knew enough to write a book with every name of every crook
So he'd expose the whole rotten
this joint I appreciate you
We 4 projects in, a whole lot more to go
Thanks for all the support for riding out wit ya nigga
Despite what you may think
Black diamonds, Black History Month, turned to Martin Luther King overnight
I was just rollin' the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my
you know what I know then you can go where I go
Got a whole a lot of dough and money in escrow
Having fun spending one's and watching my sons grow
someone to talk to, my oh my.
We all need a lot of lovin' my oh my.
Yeah a whole lot of lovin' my oh my.
I can lend a helpin' hand, if you ain't got nothing
shit's screamin' like that group onyx
But hey, i'm the man that'll bust that ass open
When i was young me bb gun even has a scope so...
Hook
King tee:
shit, huh, Dre?
Oh, for sho'
Yeah
Check me out
It's still Dre, Day nigga, AK, nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
'Cause when
Voodoo moved your soul, Cruisin' was made for L-U-V-ing
Badu food for thought, eat out of Apple-treeing
The sky forever golden, R.I.P B.B. King
Prince
that puts that ass to sleep
Talkin' 'bout that Happiness
Whole lot of lovin' without the stress
You're not my only but my favorite
I tried to let
(Hitmaka) Yeah
Came a long way to make it here
Yeah I thank God that I made it here
Have a good time, the whole town show up
Money coming fast,
Kings
Over by the Mississippi Under the Memphis Sky
Take me down to Sun Studio
Stax Records too
So I can hear Sam and Dave singing
Soothe me baby Soothe
with dogs an' they bitin', I barkin' (ooh)
I am the king an' I'm servin' all white like a mo'fuckin' partian (ooh)
Bitch, you bet' not leave out
what's left behind
And what's to come in the same introduction of a king
Just know everything coming can only give birth to the principle that by any means
the small of my back
where these niggas at I clear the whole pack
talkin' shit 'cause I'm down for my set I'm a vet
smokin' on a wet cigarette
(who
the small of my back
Where these niggas at I clear the whole pack
Talkin' shit 'cause I'm down for my set I'm a vet
Smokin' on a wet cigarette
(who
to a nightmare
Martin Luther the King
Without a queen, nah mean?
By any means, yaddadimean?
In the coupe, my Miss Coretta Scott thing
And I swear I had a dream, I
Your lovin' is the sweetest thing to me!
Mesmerized by lips when you speak to me
With youuu
I'd walk the whole galaxyyy
Still trying too name
what
hey baby
Cause I got a lot, oh yeah
And anywhere you go (ooh)
My whole crew's gonna know baby, hey baby
You can't hide from the block, oh no
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