Lyrics:
Jealously
ALBUM · Passionworks (1983)
Who was with you - where you been?
Baby it can't be this again
I can't cool it 'cos I can't win it with you
(blinded by the light)
Because it's blurred by the V’s, I was driven
I also was distracted by head she was giving
(she kept playing) it made us wonder
It was
a drug deal gone wrong
Figured out a lot, you won't be that way long
Plus, you n****s is bush leaguers
And I bet why'all ain't get no bush either
My
was little, ain't a god damn thang changed
It's the same ol same
Bush run shit like Sadaam Hussien
I cock and aim, clinically insane
To deal with this
umbilical cord
Warlord of rap that'll bash you with
A 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward droppin'
though, I won by a wooden head
And then one day we entered a pirate's cove
Beneath a bush on the alley side
Old Biff had a sword and a paper hat
There's certain ways that people when they bite it and they show it on
the new... you laugh. Like who gets killed by bees?!
Anytime they come
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
In this album there's a picture
Of the ladies at Daniela's
You can tell it's from the eighties
By the volume of their hair
There's Usnavi, just
These are the people of the longhouse
These are the people that you tried to break
These are the people of the pines
Who follow the code
another heart (to have and hold)
All I want is a friend I can talk to (soul to soul)
Oh soul to soul (soul to soul)
Like an album on a shelf
Tired
a millionaire with a dad bod and a couple grays, man
So keep it real all the time
And remember who you am, who you am
East side, west side, we ride, we die
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
thing
We did was "Who Are The Brain Police?
" and by the time we finished "Brain Police
" his head was going around like this, you
Know, and he says,
goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit
You're watching the makings of a psychopath
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that
on the free but
This some shit that I wrote, legendary like the goat
Who got game?
Giving a quarter rest while I make these quarter notes
My album, niggas
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
that'll make you shout
For you, and you, and all to see
The dopest rhymes, said by me
Listin' these facts for all to know
How to rock a party, keep
Two-thousand election,
Moderate Republican,
Lost the popular vote,
By only half a million.
Al Gore got more votes,
But guess who was on top of him,
written on an album sleeve
She can tell you who's hot
Who will make it and who will not
She loves to hear the music
She's got every lyric down
She loves
spot of their mother
Who had died
PKM's and RPK's
It all was just a game
No matter how much you beg and plead
The bush war, well the bush war stays
Passing through the corridor I came upon an aging knight
Who leaned against the wall in gnarly armor
He was on his way to see the king
Wilson
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
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