Lyrics:
spending 10 dollars on your weed
Clown you might lose your dick
It's all kind of disease now
They ain't OG's, they grumpy, old men
Riding 'round in a chunky
men made you (what?)
You know what I'm sayin? So I said
"Excuse me, dear my gosh, you look nice"
"Put away your money
I'll buy that slice!"
She
at the pool a bit, time to repent again
Mostly men have a gun just put that down on circle purpose
When the poo of the world, got me standin by the circle
men made you (what?)
You know what I'm sayin? So I said
"Excuse me, dear my gosh, you look nice"
"Put away your money
I'll buy that slice!"
She
I bus and am out
Ball Like am Russel
The Album A cool Tripple doubles
put work in
You playing in puddles
So Work on Muscle
Referring to your brain
this
I want to be the reason 1000 people get saved everyday
I want to win album of the year just by announcing that I'll make another album
I want to be
"Get on the bus", go get your work
And keep your beeper chirpin' is a must
Is you on that dust or cornstarch?
Familiar with that smack man?
The music
When I walked into my work today someone told me
That I looked so old
Guess they were right
I was starting to get wrinkles by my eyes
So I looked
just been goin' in (go in, nigga)
They say the eyes is the windows to the souls of men
I know some friends pocket watchin', plottin' on the dough I
be alright
(Dom do ah) Pour me out another phone
(Dom do ah) I'll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the dome
Can lend
friends, loungin' with my mens, laughin' 'bout all the ends
that I spends, making snaps, pumping cool G Rap and Biz
Dapper Don, Dookie wrotes I'm about
be alright
(Dom do ah) Pour me out another phone
(Dom do ah) I'll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the dome
Can lend
a psychic
Shoutouts the HS that's just how we like it
It's funny how life works
Met a friend through a friend back in high school
Caught wind of their work
Netflix movies, yo
From night till the morning, sun up till when it goes down
A nigga gotta work
Ain't no other way men, a nigga gotta get that pay men
great men are big stars no working hard (no working hard)
And the simple man who always works can just die
Without name, totally shameful, forgotten by
the purpose of doing all this talking
Summer '88, or was it '89
Or was it winter-time, ah, nevermind
I'm in my room, boomin' drawin' LL Cool J album covers
(try to drive a taxi cab)
And I work (enrolled in a technical school)
And I work (my friends, my family for a loan)
And I work (dollar cabs and carpools)
yeah)
With the tourists who be asking him (yeah, yeah, uh)
"Do you work here?" (Yeah)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga
Nigga-nigga
Yo, the Abstract with
not the reason I left Mullingar
Ohh this London's a city of heartbreak
On Friday there's friends by the score
But when the pay's finished on Monday
a salt shaker)
Popping 'til you percolate
First booty-on-booty, no time to wait
Make it work, with your wet t-shirt
Bitch you gotta shake it 'til
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
make me feel at home?
Sweet pain
Don't you dare leave me alone
Sometimes a life that seems hard to take
Is soothed for a while by an old friend
and flowers
I help my mother with the chores
I wash, she dries, I do the floors
We work together
I shop and cook and sew a bit
Though mom does too I must
and flowers
I help my mother with the chores
I wash, she dries, I do the floors
We work together
I shop and cook and sew a bit
Though mom does too I must admit
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