Lyrics:
Detroit to my State
In Florida I am heavyweight
In Georgia got real estate
California affiliate
Jackson Mississippi got my back like that's my living
paying dues
I been letting loose, just me and my tequila
Reaching out to people
I just wanna keep it real
I been working on the album since 2012
I wasn't
just the forwards
Justified
Side by side
Juxtaposed
Jumping out
Just to show you
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
Cole World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare package
Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same
real (I can take you all around the world)
She like black Bentley Coupes, black Day-tons
Black interior, black ridin' shotgun
Black four-five, black
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
the steps we taking
I remember all the girls i dated
Some was real and some was fabricated
Michael Jackson music was the greatest
Homie wore the glove like
their (Mic) Mikes Jacked, call it "this is it" (Michael Jackson's Last Album)
I spit the "INTro" softly, so real fans can listen in
Clubs get their
fucked by Muggs
I'd like to give a shout to Cypress
This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to
Give you a shout, now get the fuck out my
the world like Mary
Sleepin rarely, too much beast for the Aries
Gilla! Get cream like, Ben & Jerry's
Too fly to mail me, C.O.D.
Opened up my mind and let
of medicine and it never helps!
Day by day I'm struggling against myself!
Tell me every type of advice that I've heard before
And nevertheless it's getting
Ayo who's nice?
Definitely me and I ain't gotta say it twice like Jimmy Two Times
"Get the papers, get the papers"
Rappers aren't real, they
(You're as cold as ice)
I still got that real world charm, nigga
Be alarmed
Body armor on, warmer in my palm (NYC)
Where you get the storm before the calm
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Well, that was the album
I hope it wasn't too disappointing
Mm, Before I go
I got one more thing
God rays in my whip look real good on yo' bitch
God
is obsolete unless I hear my homies call
We world wide, were homies across the planet
Sticking together like zippers on Michael Jackson's "Beat It
High as fuck with the homies (High as fuck)
Weed take me outta this world (Outta this world)
Midnight chills when i'm by myself (By myself)
Midnight
seemed real in this world
Still searching, but I started liking this girl
Now you know her
As Erykah on and on Badu
Call Tyrone on the phone why you
[Intro]
Yeah
To all the real hardcore motherfuckers
Soft motherfuckers
With the bitches that don't give a fuck!
[Chorus]
Now who want to diss to get
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
album was the first album
With the real sound that
Electric punk rock became
"We are from the Lower East Side
We don't give a damn if we live or die
We
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