Lyrics:
getting up every mornin'
For the rest of his life
Just to look in those eyes so blue
It was all he ever wanted to do
She was all he'd ever need to see him
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggas
When you first left me, I was wanting more
You were kissing that girl next door
What'd you do that for (What'd you do that for?)
When you first
I woke up happy by accident
I forgot you were gone again
And all the words you typed out, I read, uh
But I'm alone on my sofa bed, uh
My skin's
Rachell - mandolin
Recorded: Memphis May 30st 1930 # 62547-2
Victor #62547-2
Album: The Legendary 1928-1930 Recordings
Gus Cannon And His Jug Stompers
loved us, remember?
Motherfucker
Remember?
Motherfucker never loved us
I'm on my worst behavior
Don't you ever get it fucked up
Motherfuckers never
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you - that said that I turned pop,
your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggas
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
love you)
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green (harmony)
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (is you by my side)
All,
laughing, my plaques' from album sales
Y'all is ringtone platinum, but ninety-nine cents adds up
I don't hate 'em, I congratulate 'em
The new young Prince
Hey, Em, it's Paul
Uh, I was listening to the album
Good fucking luck, you're on your own
Guess who's back, back again?
Shady's back, tell
départ de rien
Eh
Igo c'est des barres de rire
Pourquoi tu fais le voyou d’la street ?
T’as beaucoup parlé t’as la bouche tachée
Bizarre quand t’atterris
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
Pas d'câlins ni d'bisous sur la bouche
J'perds la Boule, hein
Faut d'la moula
J'perds la boule, hein
Faut d'la moula
Cocotte, C'est fucked up
Elle veut
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
When you first left me
I was wanting more
But you were fucking that girl next door
What'd you do that for? (What'd you do that for?)
When you
and Slick Rick
'La Di Da Di, Who likes to party?' was the fat shit
I mean I saw this hip-hop thing on every level
Chuck D, PE, yes the rhythm and the rebel
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
papa he'e nalu
Flyin' by on the Hawaiian roller coaster ride
A wiki wiki mai lohi lohi
La we mai iko papa he na lu
Pi'I na nalu la lahalaha
O
déballe 2-3 verser j'aligne des albums sur la touche
J'arrive et j'les met tous d'accord
Je brise des nuques comme des records
On s'affiche jammais en
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