Lyrics:
Baby take these rhymes for when the sun done shine
And I'll be home for your love by the same ol' time
Why is it that there's a gun shop
On almost every
the drip like a mob
Most of these gangstas be calling the cops
Murder season then we spinnin on blocks
Season Change then we changin them glocks
These boys
betta run
Boy you betta run run runaway
Yeah I got the juice and D squeeze
If i pull up they like who dat bish yah
If u a real bih then hoe stand by me
Yeah
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made
deal with the fuckery of Babylon
Them haffi know me, I the don, no lie
So mandem back off when we walk by, Selassie I
Bless, and you'll be respected
can't be scared to get out there
You got it hard while you broke
Go ahead and get out there
Pay attention mind your business
Don't be fucking with
me in yo' dad
I'm the same yellow boy that used to play up on degrassi
Can pocket twenty thousand to be anywhere they ask me
Cash like Johnny, Banks
miss you so) whoa - now I miss you so
I feel the wind around me certain it calls my name
the wispered way that you did now drowned out by the rain
Now
just sipping potion
Chilling by the sea yeah
The city by the ocean
You know what I'm smoking
On that potent
I'm on that cloud 9
Yeah bitch I be
from nothing now you see me pop out the brunch hen..
surpass everybody by a landslide
fly first class now I'm up in N.Y
and I was sent by Wyclef
to be
Cause right when I tell you it's over
By the end of the night I be
Right back in bed with you
I be right back in bed with you
So don't tell me you love me
I’m so couture
I’m down by law, certified B-boy
Hold up, wait a minute
Money – I’m gonna spend it
Or why the fuck would I
Hustle hard to get it?
So many
I don't know why
You think that you could hold me
When you couldn't get by by yourself
And I don't know who
Would ever wanna tear the seam
be sure
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour (yeah, get in line)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hang on till the end
her papes from the gutter
Tried to make my moves on Miss Elaine, she called me "Young boy"
Told her not to diss me, "I just want to be your love toy"
She's so sure she's self-possessed
Then again she's half undressed
She's just a shabby doll
The boy that I used to be
Showed no sign of sympathy
For just
She's so sure she's self-possessed
Then again she's half undressed
She's just a shabby doll
The boy that I used to be
Showed no sign of sympathy
Uh, hit me
Don't explain (uh), you never change (uh)
Same old thang (ugh), same old game (uh)
Say ya want (uh) to be wit' me (uh)
But show me
master simply sat there amazed,
As wide-eyed and open-mouthed he gazed and he gazed
How can you be certain little boy, tell me how?
Because I was born,
a shabby doll
She's so sure she's self-possessed
Then again she's half-undressed
She's just a shabby doll
The boy that I used to be showed no sign
Uh, hit me
Don't explain (uh), you never change (uh)
Same old thang (ugh), same old game (uh)
Say ya want (uh) to be wit' me (uh)
But show me
Sugar's sweet but your kisses can't be beat
Whatever you got, it's good enough for me
Boys say (they say) I'm good enough to eat (manger)
full
Of fuckboys buried by the lake
7th Ward Lord gotta pay if you wanna be
A boss hog instead of a fucking slave
I'm 'bout whatever you 'bout
These
disrespected game
You lost your ghetto past going against the grain
Boy that's sour, Geezy can't holla
I hope it rain on you and you got shocked by that wire
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