Lyrics:
This is the first draft that I write!
If ain't perfect, well that's alright
Just wanna lay it down and get it out tonight!
Got things to do, have people
shelter you
You close up you hold back the tears
But you can?t fight the pain now then why do you try
Go on and cry
And surrender to it tonight
Time
Alone
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
trying to stop it
So what the fuck can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That's cool, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off
Bang bang same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
[Slick Rick]
But I'm his Royal Slickness
Don’t Care
What No one Says
This Isn’t Lust
Ugh, 1st Round Pick,
Like it’s Draft Day
Let Me Get At Her,
What The Cash Say ?
Bands That Make Her Dance
Whatever it is you may be going through
I know he's not gonna let it get the best of you
You're an overcomer
Stay in the fight 'til the final round
You're
weekend drinker
Don't judge a book by its cover, Turn the page and discover
Verse 2
He wore jeans like a biker, His hair in the wind like a hiker
c social
disturbed kids
But we had it all
And knew life wasn't meant to be dark and heavy
Another year, no draft left out
Instead of left our fields
We'll do our own
Never asking questions I just go right in and do it
And if you're thinking that you can fuck with Ren
You bitch already blew it
Like I said before,
everybody and they momma sell dope
They trying to stop it
So what the f*** can I do to make a profit?
Catch a flight to St. Louis
That's cool, cause
Do his dance, moment he turned and glanced
It's worth a thousand words
Cowards die a thousand deaths
Talent's fresh, so pay up with a pound of flesh
Cuz its Draft Day, everything gon' be alright'
Cuz its Draft Day
You turned nothing into something, look what you becoming
You made it to the Draft Day
a pimp
God damn right I'ma do it like this
[Redman]
I tie up my Air Nike's prepare for the mic
Straight throwin' up the bike on Jersey Turn Pike
One, two, three
Yeah, yeah
Darlin', it appears to me
That you could use a date tonight
A body that'll do you right
Am I qualified?
Darling, I
Geah! Aiyyo Starks, what up?
What it do family?
[Chorus]
We street bullies for cheddar, and that's our word
Pop bottles and spend money
don't think you should believe in me the way you do
'Cause I'm terrified to let you down, oh
It's true, I'm a Rubik's, a beautiful mess
At times
May I have this dance?
Darlin', it appears to me
That you could use a date tonight
A body that'll do you right
Tell me, am I qualified?
(I
Fifty thousand men were sent to do the will of one.
His claim was phrased quite simply, though he never voiced it loud,
I am he, the chosen one.
I see ahead by a hundred moves
And I saw you, but I let you saw me in two
'Cause that's what illusionists do
The way you kissed me when you lost
hata or baller bigit
Every week, pay em all a visit
I bring Pamela Lee to the P's so we all can dig it
I popped enough alcohol so we all could swig it
pray to me
Doggin' that bitch 'til her face full of Maybelline
In my cup, maybe it's lean, we don't do no green
Left wrist on Billie Jean, Billie
May I have this dance?
Darlin', it appears to me
That you could use a date tonight
A body that'll do you right
Tell me, am I qualified?
(I
a butterfly in a jar
If violence mars your final hour
If you make others feel like jam
Poured on a piece of charbroiled lamb
If it's all mixed up and you
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