Lyrics:
And have you shittin' socks, bitch (bitch)
P Rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (hot grits, no one)
the bottom two, let my wisdom work it out
Big on the underground, can't knock me down
Vicki Leekx bitches, back by dope demand
I sleep on my talent and I
Santa would bring him back home
I'm varsity and I'm filling the bleachers
Drop a track and now these DJ's bring it back
Just like a golden retriever
Get on the mic and spit your
baseball
And when I was gone I had a miss call
It was from Greg Paul inside of cell walls
I asked him "what's wrong" and he was like "dog"
"I just caught
Bringin' her back
Bringin' my baby back home
So buddy take a ten don't worry 'bout the windows
I can see enough to get me by
Forget about the change I
Twisting my ass cause I know what guys want
Licking my lips like I'm taking him home
Teasing and teasing I'm faking the funk
Shaking my titties like I
tell you what this idiot did
He thought she was going shopping most of the day
I guess she got back too soon for him, 'cause she saw the car when he
that's cool you bring that shit?
Yeah I got it.
Aright see that guard over there?
Mm-hm.
When you get done just hand him the shit, he know wassup.
Christina Milian
Poli Paul
Spen Cow, baby
Says he wants you, he says he needs you
It's real talk, then why not make him wait for you
If he
a genius! Tell him
About your invention idea, baby!
KIM: Ok, uh you know how the people who
Wash your clothes sometimes have to go home
But you have a top
The general a criminal do low
Admit 'cause I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it
Niggaz timid in my vision I cause tension and thinkin'
By my presence I'm
that's cool you bring that s***?
Yeah I got it.
Aright see that guard over there?
Mm-hm.
When you get done just hand him the s***, he know wa**up.
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
of the free home of the brave? I don’t know, I’m looking around and all I’m seeing are slaves. Sentenced to another day to work at minimum wage; haunted by
hand, bring em out to Thugz mansion
Every corner, every city there's a place where lifes a lil easy
Lil hennesey, lay back and cool, every hour 'cause
I finally found a girl that reverse stress
So now I'm talkin' to the reaper to reverse death
So I can kick it with my granddad, take him for a ride
Two jobs so she can try and bring him home
'Cause, girl, you know he tied up by the man (ooh-ooh)
Her love is the pinnacle of the world, it's
us a lesson that we need to learn
Or He's tryna warn us of He's comin' back to, um, see us and take us home and redo the world
He's comin' back to,
men do
Heard the sounds of the trumpets blown, a king rises to the throne
God saved the king unless God wants me to bring him home
Stick the razor's
the kid?
You really had to buck him?
You couldn't just snuff him?
Yo he had to lose his wig?
F*** you bring him here for?
What you think I could do?
tears won't bring him back
Now, listen, if sweet sugar kissin' isn't gonna make him come home
Tell me, how do ya hope to keep him to ya with tears
A motherfucker like me handles a bid like a jacket
Strap it on my back, niggaz ain't built like me
And by the end, niggaz was like "Yo, why you killed Mike,
so that she could look fly for you
But lie to you, in a minute
I bet every time he turned his back anotha
Nigga was up in it
Yeah, I seen him up
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