Lyrics:
it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin
Creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood
to dem muthafuckin cluckers
If you want something come and get something (2x)
[C-Murder]
I got fiends runnin out the fuckin crack house
I'm not P but I
been alone since you left me
Cold like a jet ski in the snow
Yea you knew id be low if you left me
But i keep one on the line like a bump
What is love
dreams come true no matter how I try
And I cannot be satisfied just knowing you're alive
Dealt a good hand and forced to fold
Pushed by circumstances
it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin
Don't need feds all upon it
I done left that life alone
'cause all I did was impress, my homie!
And then my conscience told me
"Careful you
terror
No wonder I'm under stress, I got my door kicked off by a bunch of feds
And when they left It looked like I had rave
And invited more than
like me needs loving
If hes not then someone else is
Getting what he calls his
Wasn't taking care of home, left me there alone
So whats a girl to do
Words by Bob Hartman
Based on 2 Thessalonians 2:15, 2 Timothy 3:14, Philippians 1:6
I've been to the party and I left alone
And I've danced with
a bitch drop low low)
Up all night grinding all alone
Forgein whip with foreign Hoe
It get cold when we up them poles
Never bend no never fold
Talking
low, even when we don't speak to each other
And if ten toes was a person, it would be me in them Butters
Word to Cynthia, I be wishin' it was me
Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' comes
Watching the ships roll in
Then I watch 'em roll away again
I left my home in
Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the evenin' comes
Watching the ships roll in
Then I watch 'em roll away again
I left my home in
(MathOnTheBeat)
Man it's just crazy, all this pain I be going through
Bless them days when shit got tuff
Stayed ten toes can't fold can't stop
Pain
For tonight's performance of the The Sound of Silence
Join us on the stage
To be the odd Garfunkel to my Paul Simon tonight
Please welcome
[CHORUS]
Alcoholism [16x]
[B-LEGIT]
1300 block ready rock animal
Sitting in the coupe
Orange like cantaloupe
Something on the mantel fold
Gears in the rear
than to doubt me (me)
It don't matter if you're up, matter if you're down
Either way I'm gonna be around
You should've known that I would stay by your
Yeah
You lil' bitch ass niggas steady speaking up on the low
If these project walls could talk
They'll be just like 03, you dig?
03
If these
longer
They thought that the West Coast leave
But we still be float
Mo' money 2 fold
Nigga ice cold
Mo' money 2 fold
[Kurupt]
A G is a G which we
ain't got no fluids
Please, oh, please don't die tryin' on a real
All alone, stalks and the shottas are unjudgemental
It ain't too far, right by the AM
daddy's gone
Rabbit come home, why ya left us all alone?
But I'm coming man
Just wait at the gates, I'ma be running man
Arms open, eyes wide, full
fold (fold)
It's gon' be some consequences, you better not fold
It's gon' be some consequences, go against the grain
It's gon' be some consequences if
a number
Cause you can't be choosy when you're this alone
[Chorus:]
Won't you talk to me Texas?
Let me hear that drawl
I spent my last five dollars
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