Lyrics:
it's age"
When I see afro puffs, I think maybe it's Rage
Maybe it's staged, they trippin' and they say they got beef
Ain't an MC on this Earth that
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
to
Broke shit, I wasn't into, couldn't do it
Operation by any means make it outta the hood
Love to see my momma doin' good, uh
Love to see my niggas
pretty baby
Move the way you're doin' now
Didn't take too long 'fore I found out
What people mean by down and out
Spent my money, took my car
wouldn't be sittin' here wonderin' why)
(Waitin' by the phone with a tear in your eye)
Runnin' all over town doin' her wrong
(Actin' like you ain't got
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
My heart's doin' fine
It's just a state of mind
It was goin' through
Ain't been beatin' out no sad songs
Or rhymin' to the rhythm of the blues
Been
[Chorus]
Said I ain't got time
Got no time to stop & speak 2 friends passing by
Said I ain't got time
Got no time to stop & speak 2 friends
niggazzz say it ain't Ton
Hundred pretty girliess singin our songgg
Yea I kick my feet up you can't say that I ain't home
And I be blowin on that reefer u
niggazzz say it ain't Ton
Hundred pretty girliess singin our songgg
Yea I kick my feet up you can't say that I ain't home
And I be blowin on that reefer u
I know you want it to keep it highness
And I ain't promised myself keepin' useless
Keep it real I'll colored by a palette
Keep it real I'm filling
together
There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of
Groovin', down a crowded avenue
Doin' anything we like to do
There's always lots of things
man
DJ Pete Rock, producer extraordinaire, yo Pete Rock
Make it clear
I can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friend
Keep a party pimping from now
[Redman]
Eh you already know what it is nigga
Lemme tell you something (Eh fuck them Gilla House niggas)
Eh what you talkin' about bitch I
DJ Pete Rock, prducer extrodinaire, yo Pete Rock
Make it clear
I can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friend
Keep a party pimping from now to then
I
talkin' no bullshit
So many damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he ain't havin' it
Just give him some wood and he'll build you
It feels so good to be back
Polow, Ursher baby (yeah, Zone 4)
How you doin Gucci? (yeah) (Zone 6)
'Cause the spotlight ain't nothin' without ya
life insurance, car insurance, good pussy insurance
Aye, look what I ain't doin'
Aye, ridin' in foreigns
Aye, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watch
eat dog world, and that ain't no lie.
Listen! it ain't even safe no more to walk the streets at night,
I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine.
Let me tell you
different cause she was by herself
She looked real wholesome, and in good physical health
I walked by, she said hi
Ain't you the be
together
There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of . . .
Groovin' . . . down a crowded avenue
Doin' anything we like to do
There's always lots
would make it
Always gon' find something to be mad at
I ain't got shit to prove to you, no
Why you jaded?
Probably wanna see me fall, are you waitin'?
the land of the lights and the beer
Got me where I ain't carin'
Because I like what you doin' to me
Because I like what you doin' to me
It's like this
and Chardonnay
My Cassie's sassy, so my penthouse's my balloon
We doin' it big, it's goin' down, nine-eleven
I'm doin' it big, pullin' up in a nine-eleven
I
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