Lyrics:
I winked my eye and I said, "You know, I got a funny kind of feelin'
We'll be comin' back again next year"
'Cause I've been all around this great
yours and mine
Torn by what we've done and can't undo
I just want to hold you, come on let me hold you
Like Bernadette would do
We've been around
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
want me
DK, PJ's, BKNY is where you stay
Always lookin' lovely when you walk around my way
My boo be crispy, forever jiggy, forever with me
Half
I’ve never been hiking
I’ve always had a licence for this hip-hop
Influenced by the rap that vocally
Said they killed cops
I’m riding on E with a bitch
Somebody stole my mojo, yo, once again
Soopaman Luva flyin' through the f***in' sky
I'm lookin' for my mojo, I'm fried chinky-eyed
My cape is
that I'm just getting by
can't, go on like this
Knowing that I'm just getting by
When I wake up around 10 in the morning
Feeling crazy, feeling
I went around through the town unnoticed
I changed my ways and my style so you'd notice
That you're the one that I love thought you know this
You say
And as I get long gone
Out where the wind blows
The desert sky, she flies by for miles
And as I keep walkin'
People keep a-talkin'
About
tryna stay by the phone
'Cause your voice always helps me when I feel so alone
But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call
But when I pick
You get around this town in ways that would knock me down
I like and I love your style
You deal with the shit by the pile
Let's get so fucking high
style, yeah
Big ol' drip
That's my bitch, so she match my drip
Make a bitch like my pic'
I don't think I've ever seen an ass that thick
She so thick
Walking in the park
Strangers pass us by
Do they see through our smiles
Lies swim around inside
Are you or are you not
Living the life you want
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
Yeah once again presenting
Kid Capri
Ras Kass the waterproof M.C.
Punchline
These fagot M.C's be on skis with the microphone though
But
on your five
Crisp dollar billing, catch me in a little hut in Benin
Village style, feeding the children
Big pots of jasmine tea with Mandela
Africans
Wonder where as time rolls on
All that style from 1959 has gone.
But I've got memories in the back of my mind.
What it was like to be alive in '59.
We had
around I ain't givin' up, cause they don't worry me
P**** a** b****es better bury me
Runnin' outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot
We in the hood,
you how I do this thang (thang!)
Take yo left foot, put it out in the front
And do it, like this (Ay!)
Now if you look around the club, you would notice
wheels in
Spite of all this
It is obvious that the way he really gets
Around is by being dangled from place
To place by a union guy with a
Dark green shirt
hard not to have a style
When times get slower by the mile
We relax and wear a great big smile
You can count my teeth one, two, three, four, five
No air resistance pushing me once I've drifted for a while
Up here I see the earth spinning around me like a turnstile, turnstile
Plenty of room
Surrounded by the ghetto plus the fact that the brother's black
But Roger gets high -- grades on tests
He smokes -- brain cells to rest
But brothers jel on him
ass tryfe kids only got one life to live
Niggas never should of fucked around with Lil Dap
Coming straight from the streets where the rhymes react
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