Lyrics:
me, I get you locked like Biggie, wit Irv in the spot
Word middie, the cop 'n biddie
Uh, I'm the bomdigi, punana
Sexy brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all
ass
You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
The key to the future, the devil he wanna
Speaking of god, you make me feel like one
Speaking of god, you make me feel like one
Speaking of love, i kept you close to my lung
White sheets,
again
Let it go
There goes the fear
Close your brown eyes
And lay down next to me
Close your eyes, lay down
'Cos there goes the fear
Let it go
You turn
you back so we can kill your ass again"
Hov got flow though he's no Big and Pac, but he's close
How I'm 'posed to win? They got me fighting ghosts
I'm sat in white sand
Big Sur waves, guitar in my hand
Far from home
Alone but I'm not alone
Dogtown USA
Close by, Monterey
I just need Clint to make
everything's real in the field (uh, yeah)
And what you can't have now, leave in your will
But don't knock me for tryin' to bury
Seven zeros, over in Rio de
Brown with his fist tossed
I fluctuate through vocals likе Prince Rogers
Who evеr thought a billionaire
Come out of Compton?
Multiply simple logic, you
there too
The same press-in plastic letters on the price list & scuffed formica-top tables.
I sat as close as possible to the seat where I'd met you
(yeah)
What up, Left Eye? (what up?), what up, Aaliyah? (what up?)
Yeah, TEC-9 close by, touch 'em up (yeah)
I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up
get around
Yo, I love the sound, you know we free bound
Never been bound by anything
And when it comes to this, I had many dreams
Let the style,
by me
Promise things that he would buy me
If I kept my mouth close and don't tell mommy
He said one day I'll understand little me
Was in you to side me
me right up close, you're like (Oh Em)
And where is D12 at, they like (We over here)
And where the fuck we going, we're like (No where)
[Verse 2 -
Way you slow down time for me
Give me that energy
And in close proximity
Keep those brown eyes on me
I can be a little greedy
Baby try me
And please
I be smooth, then I lose it, yeah, yeah now
You don't know where we stand (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's true (yeah, yeah)
Know the plan
Close
Pretty little brown skin
Kiss by the sun
The way you move your waistline
Girl you turn me on
Oh yeah
Pretty little brown skin
Kiss by the sun
The way
mind
Your moms cryin', we spoke, I almost choked
Was there the same day they brought yo' ass up in the Post
It's getting close, see you soon, sometime
as we bury niggas close to heart
Who was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind
been stirring up trouble in Orange County in Los Angeles)
(Uh, have you seen him by any chance?)
(Long hair, brown eyes, diamond chain?)
(Nah, I
skin, but you know I had her creamin'
Janet Jackson by the way I had her screamin'
She hit the group chat, said "That nigga had me fiendin'" (ah)
I'm
(Feat. Nas, Foxy Brown, Amerie)
[Chorus:]
Said it ain't to much for me
To have you next to me
I can't believe it
All the things I do
Be like yo, let me ask you somethin
I wanna know, I wanna know who you are
MosBrown skin lady, hey hey
TalibYes
MosWhere you goin
TalibThis goes
glasses out
Grabbed you by your neck even though we just met
Held you close, felt the fire burn my throat
Warmth like the Holy Ghost
I remember
man for self
Cause in a warzone, the call is every man for self
How you prepare for war? Grab your guns and your hardware
Never close your eyes in
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