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Spoonin' Rap

Spoonie Gee

Enter the Rap Zone, Vol. 3

1993

to do bad, but don't do the time
I say you want to be dissed and then you want to be a crook
You find a old lady, take her pocketbook
And then you

really in these streets the police and the law
They playing for keeps ,tryna do good
But it's hard when you're weak listen to me a
Nigga got to get back

burritos, but times are rough
I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs
The sad fact (what?) ya mama smokes crack (what?)
She got a burning yearning

nothing lying dope
I wanna Harvest some crops
Top it off with a hotpot
And just chill under the Moon
By my side my old guard dog
Shit, man
I wanna see it

But, Mr. Adams

William Daniels

1776

1969

together back in old New York

New York, New York
Livingston's going to pop a cork

(Well, Mr. Jefferson?)

Mr. Adams, leave me alone!

(Mr.

The wait gets worse by the week
I wonder where ya been, I wonder where ya been
I Hear it all the time, man, like it was my theme
Man I'm back, you'd be crazy

Living the same lifestyle day after day working a part time job getting limited pay,
Fell on my ass but I got back up then I fell down again but for some

ever wanna see you cry

I got my own things that I am dealing with
Working on my skills up on the mic, I'm a lyricist
Lot of times I put out music that I

out, and for certain, he's a joker
I'm a rebel she don't know cah the gun dess her
I can't tell her that I drip, it give her blood pressure
Cock back

You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the

Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you

a life so grand
In a ostracized country, ruled by Uncle Sam
Only 20 years old but I feel so damned
Wanna go away for good, nah don't say that man
Cause you

quick fell in love an' went down by the creek.
The next day he said he'd be back in a week,
An' I thought he would, for now how was I to know
That of all

This one for the cold summers
Every night I stood up just to show hunger
In the street so much I was a road runner
Phone off u can hit me on my old

Like you knew better than me

Just like the Manderley went up in smoke
All caused by obsession with the one who came before
And old Miss Danvers bathed

cause I'm from Generation Y
Why do I gotta repeat myself like ten times I think you all need to go back to bed times
Bitch cause I'm from Generation Y
Why

and never good at love but for you I'm learning my lesson
I don't wanna give up on what could've been
Let me learn from you I'll be your apprentice
(Yeah,

room
Classified by how they give brain
Molly tabs, acid tabs
Take that shit straight to the brain
Turnin' up with my old niggas
Thought I blew but ain't

through the dark
You bleed through my heart
I bleed out my guts
All this bad but I see the good

All this bad but I see the good

If I could turn back time

you mama to sew these old blue jeans|So I'm coming back, coming back to New Orleans||I'm coming back, I'm coming back|To music in the streets|I'm coming

She Said

T

Naive

2002

for bruises don't make it
Heal back it be's the sex appeal that's from the next
And not necessarily the sex and one might appeal to
The intellect

do my kids like Coco
What if I hate myself when I'm old
Cause I let my fears take over my goals
How will I live when I lose my flow and I can't write

always saw it, the good outweighs the bad
‘Til you treat me like a private in Vietnam tryina raise the flag
Out of sight, out of time
Forgive me if I’m out

wait for me
cnd Im on diesel 
I still live by the same old code
cnd we didn't have much when I was comin up had to share my clothes and that's no

whatever I'm gettin into
Promised my granny I'd make it
I live by the promise
A matter of time
As I'm patiently waitin
But in the meantime I just been