Lyrics:
L.A
Yeah, yeah yeah
Open your mind
Take a seat
Close your eyes
Pack your bag
Take the flight
It's really easy baby
My head's super fried by
Saw her by the Tilt a wirl
At the county fair
Eating cotton candy
She had Flowers in her hair
And I said oh
Now hear we go
I said hey there little
Hey, feel up in the clouds on that Sunday sunset you taught me how
Took a drive up the mountain, yeah,
We can look out on our own little island
Don't you know we're voices in the same old song
I saw a pretty picture in a cheesy little calendar
A puppy and a kitty sittin' side by side
Maybe it was
People of New York!
For quite some time now I
Have silently observed you
Carrying on with your silly, meaningless
Little lives
Well, tonight, it will
model It ain't all about the money, hey it came by me love I turn that hand to tie back when I'm working too much I'll convince what your girl said I love
so we can sit and Talk?
We continued our conversation and took a little walk
I couldn't believe it is this real or just a dream
I met a beautiful lady
can be your oyster or a set of jail doors
You've seen mine, I think it's time I see yours
I bet you that we've been scarred by the same swords
So
Before I turn on my lover, gotta turn on my stereo
And it goes in better with a little bit of rock and roll
Now I'm easing to my pleasing by
va se congio, tigeraso..
[Chorus]
Jimmy, "Copa Cabana," in Miami, Little Habana
Aiy.. Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana
We're gonna party hasta por
the hell your little twenty-two gon' do?
(Y'all ain't gon' shoot)
Y'all major soft
Cops gettin' mad 'cause I paid 'em off, made 'em cough
Blood and shit
right
By little kids with great game cause they learned to take aim
At a young age, and to allude police, with a fake name
he's tellin him, i'm Bobby
Crucial Conflict come out and play, hey come on
Crucial Conflict, Kelly and Rockland, collabo'
Funny faces is all I see
At my place, you on top
girl can get down
Let me show you how
Hey little lady, maybe you and me
Could possibly get together for a shot of Jack D
And take a little spinner
Oh, down by the river where the wildflower grow
All the people comin' to a carnival show
Got my little brother Bobby here, so come along
Oh, we gotta
his job and he accepts his pay
You can call and request ‘Lay Lady Lay'
He'll play Stanley Jordan, The ‘Dead and Little Feat
And he'll even play
(WAH)
All the ladies look so cool. (That’s right)
Boxed wine by the whirlpool (Pop Pop)
Getting played like a cartoon (Man C’mon)
Taking selfies in
Keep fighting, keep riding on!
All of it, all of it,
And a little more hey,
I want it all little lady,
I like the way you play.
Lie to me, lie
a chap to excel,
Feeling guilty as hell,
Having left his wife
To face the music alone.
But, even worse,
Imagine if his ladies met,
Well then I'll bet,
To the get the pain of my chest
[Verse 2]
Gettin murdered by the hands of a buster
Over respect
Last night my little homie cought a bullet in the neck
Look in
"Hey there, pretty little girl, with your long brown sexy curls.
Your a hottie, body tight, good God almighty"
"Aight son, hold up, you need
Hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh
Bitch, I'm a bad man, fuck with the Badmon (yeah)
Bitch, I'm a bad man, fuck with the Badmon
Hmmm
I'm lit,
I woke up this morning and prayed to the gypsy rose lady
"Gypsy can you help me I'm struggling you see."
I heard her laughing over by the slot
ain't the way the game plays
By making The same mistake day after day
I gotta a sly fun get away
A smile on my face;
Its a sunny day;
Girls, drinks
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