Lyrics:
trays
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both ways
Been doin' drive-bys, got this music industry timelined
Lookin' like
of the proof
That I'm just another case of arrested development
I'm just another wasted youth
They say that I'm in need of some radical discipline
They say
and let the music take you
And put your foots in, and let it all shake ya
And take yo' head and put you hands up, ah
And shake your waist, ah, and you
don't smoke blunt
It sees the indo with skunk, I might as well get drunk
To smoke some stress, that shit'll put a hole in your chest
I only want another
And live inside each scene
Without a nickel to my name
Hopped a bus, here I came
Could be brave or just insane
We'll have to see
'Cause maybe in
With Technics joints (with the slipmats!)
Put nickels on the needles so the motherfucking record won't jump
The needle won't skip and shit
Getting
sweat it?
I'm all into my music cause it's how I make papes
Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes
Me sweat another? I do my own thing
the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nah mean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energized
I want to dedicate this one
listening?
Hey you're my favorite girl
Excuse me for a moment
I'm in another world
On a mountain by a fountain
Flowers blooming everywhere
With venus and with
say come harder, come smarter
Which one it is?
Which one you wanna hear, since you such a music whiz?
First thing I learned when I was coming up in
nigga say
The music all slow and the bitches all pretty
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city in this thing
[Chorus]
What up? What up?
public with the strap, you walk up on me
Let that gun off
Put FN on the map and I'll be
Damned to let it fall off
It's crazy in the trenches
Got a lot
outta control
Call it rebel music
Straight ghetto movements
Until the corporations have
To put in their two cents
And exploit the real, give a (lil')
into the pits of the game
This is for the sickest state of mind, in these fatal times
Vest crimes, nickel-plated nines and niggaz for the dime
Hear
really wanna do right now
Is find another lover
When we were kids in Maidstone, Sharon
I went to every wedding in that little town
To see the tears
the hood, conspiracy to cover up crime
No nickel and dime, one shot pettiness
I wrote it in my mind as
A letter to the president
World trade happened
another lover
When we were kids in Maidstone, Sharon
I went to every wedding in that little town
To see the tears and the kisses
And the pretty lady
Every since the day I was big enough to put my pants on by myself
You could find me somewhere with the radio turned on
Then one night I gave my
I'm always here
Especially when you're feeling low
Let the money dry your tears
Put you in that winter fur coat
I got you gifts by the Christmas
but I lose track
'Cause the shit gets complicated now I've got to get back
As we learn to breed love for one another
In these times of melding
we will be gone
So I'm hopin' (hopin'), wishin' (wishin'), prayin'
To keep my faith in you (keep my faith), in you (yeah, yeah)
I'm fascinated by
to
Make the conversation flow
And then we'll have another rye and
We'll play a little gin
We'll have another rye and we'll
Tune some music in
And then
my ashtray
I'm happier when high and drunk
Baby I'm in the zone
Lately been writing poems
Can't put my soul in the bullshit
Music that ya condone
1.5 for the Landaulet
Bey, put these fuckboys on notice (fuckboys on notice)
I'm the only lady here, still the realest nigga in the room
I break
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