Lyrics:
that's the problem
The fuck you expect? I go get what I want
I want you to say you picked me with your voice
I'm twenty-five, love, but I came by
can't see how good you have it
You're taking a smile for granted
You're gonna wake up twenty years from now
Wishing you gave two shits about
All
finally is back
My voice is your choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' with your
finally is back
My voice is your choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' with your
the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
He
Every time you tipped my tray and it dropped and spilt
I'm gettin' you back bully! Now once and for good
I cocked the broomstick back and swung hard
one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets, Bette Davis-style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning, "You belong to me, I believe"
And someone
Saturday Satan Sunday Saint
Fooling your neighbors, that's what you think
Reading the good book, singing the hymns
Come monday morning its back
one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets, Bette Davis-style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning, "You belong to me, I believe"
And someone
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
the doctor,
"She's very low," he said;
Went back to see my baby
Good God! She's lying there dead.
I went down to old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
War, war, war
Talkin' about y'alls such a bore
I'd rather talk about moi
Like, do you know the cost of AK's up in Africa?
Twenty dollars ain't
Hello (hello)
Hello (hello, hello)
Hello? (hello?)
Is there anybody up here?
(Hello?) Welcome
Two-thousand-eighty-five, twenty
and plums
His favorite food, I told his mum
Wait for him at the end of the slide
When he climbs the stairs, stay by his side
I heard you got some rain
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
remember gym class mile runnin pourin sweat/ MatchBox 20 yep and Alanis Morissette/ I remember open chest and recordin on cassette/ Free State who?! All day
You could die young out here
Mess around and die before twenty one out here
Mamas stressing, seen them ratchets
In the dresser, she not asking
wasn't real, I wouldn't be in this position
Like that, dogg, I got a whole lot to say
I'm by myself with my rhymes when we kick it all day
Lil' Jay used
believe
it will be back in my hand by the end of the week.
And I believe what TV tells my eyes.
And I believe that pigs can fly.
And I believe that
I'm sitting in the car again
Waiting for you
You said you'd be a minute
But you've been twenty two
See you've got to do your hair
And get it
the good times go?
Life was so much easier twenty years ago.
I guess I should stop by Mr. Johnson's hardware store
His only son was my friend Joe
But
find out who got me, oh
Good luck chale (good luck chale), good luck chale (good luck)
You can tell by the look in his eye, you can't trust him
I
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello
Hello, is there anybody up here?
(Hello) Welcome 2085!
Twenty Eighty-five it is (just me up here
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