Lyrics:
and ever shall I be
Through a dream
I have a come to an ancient door
Lost in the mist
I have been there a hundred times or more
Pounding my fists
Man Kojak
he gon' give me more cream so I can cop mo' gats
Joe and Duke came through, them niggas copped two Tecks
said "Don't go by the gamblin'
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money,
she's stripping like Demi Moore, looking like a cheerleader she's begging to give me more take her to the candy store, call me the candy man, Tuji, Beenie
(straight up)
Match the M's in my account to the truck in my driveway (skrrt, skrrt)
I'm in that four-door by myself
Know it's a hundred more niggas
her that she's gorgeous
One by one they ask her for her hand
But her mind has slipped away
More than a hundred years
No-one in this century
Can
cocked back, but he spit about one time
Slumped out, sun down, and his man coming by
With like two more trucks and they creep from behind
Threw it in
not really good at second chances but you making me ask for one
You blinded by something so odd
You forgetting that am a classic man with a classic vibe
know how we do when the young niggas peel out
Don't squeal [undecipherable]
[Ice-T]
If you niggas don't know you should know by now
Ice got more
Intro:
All ah di girl dem who control dem man,
An ah gal come gwaan like sey she waan cause contention,
Wey yuh do...
Yuh tell dat fi mooove along
complain
I'm di boilerman, yuh don't stop call mi name
I'm like the blood circulatin' by vein
If feel Shabba, yuh just holler out me name
Let my caresses
including
Racial prejudice - are influenced more
By material things like food
And economic necessities than by the
Fear and awe and bigotry
Generated by
shake your body once more
Baby would you break it down upon you knees
Never see no gal dem work it like these
Gal you dangerous, wan fi stay with us,
get sore
Your fellow man you must adore
There's time to rob him all the more
The other three hundred and sixty-four
Relations, sparing no expense,
in time
Heart of gold, limbs of steel, Man-Of-War
Oh, Saratoga
Ooh, play your favorite
Odds are more than one hundred
Oh, Willie said
Ooh,
Forget you
Sprinkle me man
Uh, sprinkle me man
Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can
several times
Well there are a lot of other things just like this
I held one hundred twenty five wild horses
And put saddles and bridles on more than that
a Trailerload with Shabba
More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won't ya show
how we try, they don't adore us
A quarterback walks by and they ignore us
So, if girls are what you really wanna get, man
You better hurry and become
A sickness born deep within my soul
White line fever
The years keep flying by like those highway pole
I wonder just what makes a man keep pushing on
Why must
on my blunt so I'm high as a kite
Red monkeys wit a crist twelve hundred to pop
And when you walk by I couldn't do nothin' but watch
Cause I know you
what makes a man keep pushing on
Why must I keep on singing this old highway song
I've been from coast to coast a 100 times or more
I haven't found
Another hundred people just got off of the train
And came up through the ground while
Another hundred people just got off of the bus
And are
desired
But she sets one man's heart on fire
And it's me that she wants to please.
And in my eyes
God never made a more beautiful girl
In my eyes
There's
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