Lyrics:
don't behave
Tell me when and where, I bet I won't be late
All I really wanna do is procreate
I'm a superman, you be my Louis Lane
Know you late for
you know this rap game produced pain like I did Fahim's album
I made so much fuckin' money, should call this the green album
They used to be laughin'
Please have a seat. I'm sorry I'm late
I know how long you've had to wait
I did not forget your documents
No time to waste, why not begin?
Hi, hi, hi, wi-fi
Always on my mind
With you I get high
Don't you run and hide
Hi, hi, hi, wi-fi
You are all my life
Don't you make me cry
Stay with me,
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
You know, when you say your marriage vows, they're supposed to be for real. I mean
if you think back about what you really said, what it's all
the bag weighs (I know)
Broke down soon as I seen 'em bring the coffin in
Lord knows, I just really wanna see you walk again (Jesus)
Million dollars
place, friend," but you know he never has.
But we were that free then, just walking down the road,
Never really caring where that highway goes.
Yeah,
the notion
Love is a game
Did you imagine his emotion
Everybody plays it the same
Ever was the kind t' go f'coolin'
It's a game - why' play by the rules
Woman tell me, where did you learn
To make a man feel like a king
When all the time he knows
That he hasn't got a thing, yeah
Stand by my side baby
keep it real (you know how I feel)
Pour out my heart and my soul (you know how I feel)
It's no other way I really know, yeah (you know how I feel)
I
Windshields wiping, middle of the rain storm
And Paulie he ain't slipping yeah he got that thang on
You know what he did to Tony he won't get the same song so
danced to your songs we like you
And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth (uh-huh)
come on now, you know the white boy'll bite you
I hurt
to find
Woman tell me, where did you learn
To make a man feel like a king
When all the time he knows
That he hasn't got a thing, yeah
Stand by my
really did this kinda thing before, have you?
Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous.
--- Instrumental with ad libs. ---
They left the bar, and got in
are just everything we know (yeah)
Stack and flip and stack again (again)
Tell me what you know about it?
Oh, we have business fi mind (fi mind)
his beard
They were married and had children
Which they subsequently reared
They moved out to the suburbs
And they really disappeared
Wow, did they
Russ in the house
Rock that shit homey, rock that shit!
[Well, you know the rest]
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
With a joint, drinkin' some
Russ in the house
Rock that shit homey, rock that shit!
[Well, you know the rest]
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
With a joint, drinkin' some
how the fuck I'm 'posed to say this?
You see, my nigga just lost his son while I'm here huggin' on my daughter
I grip her harder
Kiss her on the head
you
Me and Hailie dance to your songs, we like you
And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth (uh-huh)
Come on now, you know the white
Gus is the cat at the theatre door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that's a fuss to pronounce
That we
looking
It's hard to channel your energy when you know you're crooked
Banana clip, split his banana pudding
I'm like Tre, that's Cuba Gooding
I know I'm
did some things that I wasn't really proud of
Sometimes life just got the best of me
But I'd always think back to those days
And I know what grandmpa
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