Lyrics:
Clear the spider webs
Gotta dust off
My name's been in the basement, attic, loft
Time to clean, brush it, make it shine
Focal point
Come and get
Wash Nigga
Babylon it not clean
Things are not what they seem
They come after your dreams
Take Control Nigga
Mind and soul Nigga
Towards your goals
a dream
Counting cash zipping lean
I don't use drugs what do you mean
Time to see and to be seen
The words come clean
Writing lines like the machine
Making
your money-go-round; watch your money-go-round
They got it wrapped up tight, they got it safe and sound
Watch your money-go-round; watch your
her dead-right
So she got court orders, restraining me, put on the red lights
Frustrated, thinking how the fuck could I clean it up
Traffic stopped,
sometimes wonder what's beneath the mess you've become
Well, you may have been a pioneer in the trade of women's wear
But all you got was a mop-up job
something that's right out of my hands (My hands are clean)
What makes such a sweet guy turn so mean?
I went to town with a moody man, a handsome Dr. Jekyll
something that's right out of my hands (My hands are clean)
What makes such a sweet guy turn so mean?
I went to town with a moody man, a handsome Dr. Jekyll
I can't tell what the time is
Got a pocket full of big faces
Throw it up, 'cause every nigga that I'm with Taylor'd
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what
that you're thinking is rude and when the devil wants to enter the room just look towards God and chuck up a deuce
Like uh, what do you mean don't live
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
up, I'm- I'm- (Look, Nato)
So fuck you
You tried to take me down when
I was at my lowest
And what'd that do? Turn me the coldest
Trust me though, when
to sleep and deal wit it every night
And wake up every morning
And walk to the liquor store or coffee
Store shop on the Mersa whats worser?
Its no verse that
I've been thinkin', times is hard
'Fore it get worse and it fall apart
Maybe you should quit your job and do what's right
And make you my partner
the white
Whip is so clean and it powers like a light
This one for the fame and the fans and the uhuh
This one for the love and the fam and the come up
This
Why is it that people just start yelling when the track comes on
Yo, got to let this beat breathe a little bit, come on
What? Yeah, you kidding me,
to do time
No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self
He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Had
Singer serving garage
Busy trying to slam me
'cause I smashed it
What they don't understand is
I'm getting them established
By taking British music
hand
Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman
Fuck a peace plan, if a citizen bystands
The shit is in my hands, here's yo' life span
And for what yo'
span
And for what yo' life's worth, this money is twice than
You grab a couple grand and lay up in Iceland
See, I'm a nice man but money turned me
And I'm C-walkin on the motherf***in concrete
[Intro: Ice Cube]
Yo if you're f***ed up, put your cups up
Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, n**** what's up
And I'm C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete
[Intro: Ice Cube]
Yo if you're fucked up, put your cups up
Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what's up
And I'm C-walkin on the motherf***in concrete
[Intro: Ice Cube]
Yo if you're f***ed up, put your cups up
Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, n**** what's up
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
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