Lyrics:
one final sweep
We'll make secret plans for ourselves that we'll promise to keep
Secret plans, secret plans
Riding by night in a slow caravan
Secret
never did nothing this right in my whole life
Got me thinking
Am I worthy of this gift?
Am I strong enough to live? (Am I strong enough to live
Caravan Lyrics
Verse 1:
Many many things fit to bother man
When money no dey for the Aza man
Nothing wey fit give man joy
Even Kele no go show man
Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne
That's where live's my Cajun baby the fairest one in the land
Her teeth're white
get bent
L-O-X get respect like Sonny from Bronx Tale
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live, are y'all niggas eager to die?
I tell all
Written by Rickie's father, Richard Jones, as a lullaby for her
Live at the Wiltern Theatre (1992)
Don't feel bad
Because the sun went down
The night
the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics,
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my f- mouth was nightmareish
another round o' brew
"alright let's here it"
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
"you're on the record!"
Chorus:
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just
The whole wide world around,
I may not know their lingo,
But I can say by jingo,
No matter where you live we can shake hands.
All all together,
Don't suddenly start to follow me
I am in a luck, some days they suck
When we live by the buck, we get for the family
One day I wanna be a star
So I
to me
Caravans of clouds collide, collecting in a bird's eye
Weathering the year with you exactly as i want to do-do-do-do-do
Years
Collect in Pools
By
tonight?
Lonely man walked down the desert
All his hands in spots of blood
Step by step, no destination
In the depths of nowhereland
Could he live being
Stop to dey move like bolo
Move your bombom well o
Move your bombom well o
Let the bombom take control o
I dey live my life
So just lеave my life
I dey
of my lifetime, by your summer you were gone
The letter that you wrote from a seaside caravan
There's still a part of that sad boy that lives in this
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
Hahha
Now everytime I grab the mic I always start shit up
Sharper than your double-edger, watch me carve shit up
Live and direct, respect it
a soul, told my peoples to be patient
But hold up, that's when a black caravan rolled up
My legs then froze up, I grabbed my pound
Told my man, "Eyes open
the projects, but safe with me
Shit, N O are to the E
Spin out at 90 I'm hard with the V, it go
Life, love, me
I'm gon? live my life, hey
Thug life, Lord
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast
O, a tree
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Stack o' dollars
Stack o' dollars
Long as I am tall
Hey now, mama get some
Stack o' dollars
Just long as I am tall
If you be my woman
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