Lyrics:
life in exchange for yours
Born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin
From a lack of gettin love
Won't nobody tell me shit
Till I got
that baby's mamma drama
Brothas it's real
But before you close the door
Don't forget how it feels
Remember
[Donovan:]
Daddy missed my game and I
tell me how to dry your eyes?
But let me say, I never meant to make you cry
If anything, I meant to be right by your side
How did I go wrong?
When my
call of the wild
Up in the Benz is where I be doin about a hundred miles
The world is FUCKED UP how these niggaz be drivin drunk
Vehicular homicide
tell me that it's fine
I said fine, shit
I was taught to live and let live
So live it up, baby, giddy up, baby
It's your world
Ain't trying to interrupt
of ya'
Tell Floyd to enjoy his newborn seed, I'll have whatever he needs
We the last of a dyin' breed; live life, smoke trees
See how far we've come,
so many times
You don't know when love's for real
So you don't open up
Or give in to love
Or express how you feel
But just like Sunday Morning
I
about love
Love is sweet and love is kind
Love will bring you peace of mind
And how do you know?
Well, I'll tell you so
He won't ever go
Oh no, he
nothin' stops my chips
I boss play you with this, then twist you lame tricks
Holler if you understand my plan, ladies
Fuck havin' babies by them shady
about love
Love is sweet and love is kind
Love will bring you peace of mind
And how do you know?
Well, I'll tell you so
He won't ever go
Oh no, he
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
do yeah, baby
Is think about you
Gonna tell you girl
I'd light a candle every day
And pray that you'll always feel this way
And pray that our
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
whole world talking
King Kunta
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, Kunta
Black man taking no losses, oh yeah
Tell me where you when I was walking?
Now I
Uh, I don't know how you do it, but you did it, I'll admit it
And who am I to be a critic and tell you different?
You know I never speak on that
drive-by's
Cock and spray
If you the last man standing
You about to lay
6 feet underground
Watch me now
Stop me how?
Y'all niggas trying to cop my style
I spit
just a player, I'm a pro, ooh lover, ooh lover)
(Not just a player, I'm a pro lover)
I know you got it, baby (ooh)
Biggest player in the world
Yeah,
blind
Can't see the signs of endangered times
What's going on
Nelly Furtado:
Ah tell me
What's going on in the world today
I'd rather be dead
Than turn
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
girl to a rap song
(rap song?)
So not even my baby comin' at heart
I tell 'em on to the little bit sour talk
I used to keep eight thous in my sock drawer
the kind of a so
At people might sing to let you in the audience know that we really like you and care about you. we uh, understand how hard it is to laugh
do yeah, baby
Is think about you
Gonna tell you girl
I'd light a candle every day
And pray that you'll always feel this way
And pray that our
the way of the world?
baby, this is cmerica
Got no data got no ass that i can sell
you know i won't care about cha
Such a Hysteria
Take a number have
blind
Can't see the signs of endangered times
What's going on
Nelly Furtado:
Ah tell me
What's going on in the world today
I'd rather be dead
Than turn
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