Lyrics:
Constantly builded by me
A million men marching like Calling them the king kong
The verse making the world sing
My hearts on the sleeve-a
ya'll basically just
a different cool type of temperament.
WestCoast style, baby, on some California shit.
They might've told ya that I was hard on the bitch
You know how it go
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
your number and go on home,
The doorway was there, which is by the phone!
I've told ya I love ya, now get out!
Baby, please leave me be,
You want
Check it out
Inch by inch, mile by mile, what I do I do in style
You got your leather, la-lace, long and lean
Ballistic a lipstick dream machine
on and nod ya head with me
I am the man in black, I'm back
Breakin' the back
Of the random attackers
So can the flack
Yo, I'm dangerous
I've been trained
darlin')
I love your style little girl
(Wild about ya baby)
Crazy 'bout ya baby)
(Wild about ya baby
'Cause downtown you here tonight)
I'm walkin' by that railroad til I'm home
There's been lies told in my story
But they've produced none of that glory
But still I've served my time
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
by Willie Dixon
Copyright 1967 (renewed) Hoochie Coochie Music (BMI)
Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin'
use you
I know he doesn't satisfy you like I do
And does he know that there's nobody quite like you
So let me tell you all the things he never told
Stargazer! You with your head in the heavens,
You'll never get by, walking that high off the ground.
Hey, moon dreamer, I've been around and I see
You can tell by the way they talk
Somebody stole five for gasoline
Who told ya' Who told ya
How bout if I stay and you run away
Well come on back
rolling in dozens of pairs
Try to keep my stress low
Ion worry much
Biggest problem is what ima wear
Ever try 5ive shit
I wouldn’t dare
Rolling 5 deep wit
thing together
I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya'
I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing
and nobody around
"Your songs sound the same, you'll never make a name for yourself"
But I've been scraping by my whole damn life
And granddaddy worked
eye to eye
Cause my style's like 5 guillotines
I'm more head then cutting off 5 foreheads
10 I seen, the tenacity of my swords edge
Boy been built for
a cabinet
I'm convinced that Vince is rippin' me off
I think it's his girdle that's tippin' me off
Well, Mike D's out back and he's growin' onions
I've got
the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle, will ya?
If Threat don't get ya, Pac gon' kill ya
Don't sell out, get the hell out
'Cause here I come,
ass niggas don't know my style
This shit thuggish, fo' life, I told y'all
It's album three see g sound, freestyle
trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye
made of
Some, snakes, snails, puppy dog tails
Sugar, spice, everything nice
Yeah, yeah, alright
Somethin' else ya do
Ya take a walk by the sea
to the excutioner style, cuts and blends
Like a syringe hangin' you from each of ya limbs
See me comin' through ya party hard
Without no bodyguard
Smoking
fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
My killed hands tattooed E.V.I.L.
across it's brother's fist
That
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