Lyrics:
treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
stone by stone imma build up my palace.
And y’all leaving me let me restore the balance to my life. For real.
I’ve been getting it back together.
Niggas
why
It's not necessarily because you're lazy
But because of what's engraved in your brains by those crazy
Commercials and advertisements from
go everyday thinkin' what it'd be like if y'all never left
It's just unreal for me to believe that you're gone
As I see it, there ain't gon' be a way
/ I'm about to spill it
On the whole album so all of y'all can hear it
A hundred or a million / Five folks or a billion
The clock is ticking / gotta
intellectual
Without you I'm unsuccessful
God bless you
What makes you think I left you or why I'd ever be tempted to?
Ever since my third album I've been
mind
Reach for the sky
Seek the Divine if you seeing the signs
Y'all speaking them lies
The ether's arrived
A final note defending vital organs
Y'all know damn well I wasn't lettin' you niggas down
Just to sit back and watch you led by these fuckin' clowns
Four albums in, niggas still talking this
uh I didn't see y'all order the private jet to the fuckin' moon
Like, what's this got to do with the album?
Uh, inspiration my guy, don't ask, don't
fuck around and get high
And release a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more haters become irrelevant
I'm spitting fucking flames
gon' die, why ask why?
Homie, it is what it is, I handle my biz
I put that on my kid
I don't forget I heard you
Bullet shell in ya wig
Hollow tip
putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album
Hell yeah
That was a motherfuckin' trip
The way y'all niggas had the whole world sayin' na, na, na, na
This here the Doggfather, rappin' on this
I'm sorry, look what they've done to me
Left my love behind to suit their fantasies
I'm dying, why won't they just let me be?
I once was carefree,
(Screwed) PURPLE LABEL
So niggas want to know the story
Why the label got changed from
Aquemini to Purple Ribbon, shorty?
Where Dre at man? Why isn't
Man I think we got a real one here
Ali’s been in album mode, when he lets the album go he’ll have an ill one year
An hour ago it was still unclear
about his everyday life, he ain't the same
Goddamn, I already had a hard life once
Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you cunts? Okay
You
it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,
of the shadow of death
When niggas hold tec's like they mad at the ref
That's why I keep a cross on my chest, either that or a vest
Do you believe that Eve had
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
if you want, then I shoulder the blame
Overcome at times by uncontrollable flames, and multiple pains
Now it seems like I'm goin insane
For the love
if you want, then I shoulder the blame
Overcome at times by uncontrollable flames, and multiple pains
Now it seems like I'm goin insane
For the love
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