Lyrics:
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
So those that used to diss me in the past are having fits
But I just sit back and kick my feet up on the table
Cause I'm able to rock a crowd
'cause the Kane said so
This is the dance floor groove of the album
Presented to you all live from Calvin
Whoops! I meant to say Mister Cee
The disc
shells like Mario
Chuck a deuce to the eses in the barrio
That '96 party flow for ladies and lotharios
Mercedes mentality, tech like a Tesla
Wallace Beery
'ight
Walking by faith, not walking by sight
Road to Damascus, it was so bright
I done saw Jesus in all of his might
Now if I see a demon it's gon' be
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
of the food chain
Keep the crown clown I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted
Showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down wit' it
Now the ball's in my court never
Denny's and conduct symphonies
You fuckin with me, you won't live to see tomorrow, faggot!
I keep it gangsta, storin bodies in a dusty attic
You can't talk
I'm ok with the rain
But in truth I'd much prefer to play on the swings
With the kids
I take a walk to the beach
That's exactly how I like to live
Keep
to stay boy!
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
nickel rocks off niggas
So for the dough I blow your top off, nigga
And they always knew you'd be a
Bitch coz your pops soft
Nigga, you're frail or be in
in the pot
Aint trynna rock the boat bitch im trynna rock the yatch
Wit this wave i got ill prolly flip it if i cop
Tsunami in the streets when this
myself
But you gotta stay strong that's
What I told myself
I did his album and he did mine
We did a Funk Flex joint, Pete Rock joint
DJ Clue joint, even
Yuh, yuh, okay
Look, I'ma just hop in that big body tonka
I'ma just fuck on your bitch for an whole album
Keep talkin' this shit, you not with
from my sig
Leave a hole in you bigger than BIG
Nigga you dead, I know where Nori live
You live by Nori crib
You talkin' all that shit
Nigga you
the hardest broom
Slide down the slide like a flume
Soon I will have to sign off
Please don't throw rocks in Morrison
Otherwise you could damage windows
Hit red
stuck in a loop, of same ass shit to say. But, Man oh man, gotta run it up. Yeah they all gonna shocked on the coming up. Gotta get over the rock and I
of no snitching
Mind ya business, like the best entrepreneur
I be diminished
By the metaphor, in the following sentence
I told you I does it a dozen times
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
147Calboy, niggas, envy me
Like why would I trip? My lil' bro, he my mini-me
Bitch, I live by that smoke, yeah, I'm damn near a chimney
Got a message,
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million mcs
I try to tell them
We're all in this
loves algebra math enjoys albums and making cash
I'm often reflected as Hoffman in Rain Man total retard out of the cast to blame man
The same man who
scheme)
When you’re in that glass house
If you ain’t throwing no rocks
Then do the dishes/
Petty my faults/
Vaulted/
Penny for thoughts/
Akward/
Often
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