Lyrics:
should be a crime
Let alone a fool like me
Hand in hand with you should be doin' time
But here we are running free
Guess someone turned the other cheek
still care about me
Go now, go now
Don't call me in the middle of the night...
You take it casually, and that's what's killing me
I'll get by just
you can't afford this don't get aboard this flavor
Unless you got the fever flavor for a Pringle
Come be a single, let me see you mingle jingle dangle
together
Then they can't hurt me anymore.
I am going over yonder
Where no ghost can follow me
There's another place beyond here
Where I'll be free I
that you're going to
If you get lost just call me, I'll be there
Yes I'll be right there
'Cause though I may not have the answers
At least I know
3's like one two tres
No espanol then thass okay
Cause back on my west coast LA lakers
32 Johnson jersey
Call me senior fresco, thass more Spanish
Thass
trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psycho maniac sick in his head
want to be a gangster, now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new
the shower
Mae Jean run back home with me
Back to where the air is clean and free
May Jean run back home with me
If this city doesn't get us first it's
Is this a prison
Or do you call it love?
You will know for certain some day
It'll never be tough enough
When love is hidden
It is
or any miracles
But I'm doin' better on my own
So if you see me, walk on by, babe
Don't say nothin', walk on by now
Do yourself a favor, walk on by
father said
And let my mother mold me
But that was a long ago
I'm in control, never gonna stop
Control, to get what I want
Control, I like to have
Call my phone, she be getting blocked
I'm Nikembe keep them shooters near
Opp niggas don't get close to me
Pacman, 'cause I bag the
Work like it's
and just move freely
Special K, what he says all said carefully
Me not sit all along and just wait by phone
Not call me 'cause me never, never home ya
get stung it's worth the cost
I'd love to stay
The city calls me home
More hassles fuss and lies on the phone
I left my soul there
Down by
dollar
'Cause we got that top powder
Hos slob on our Johnson
'Cause Johnson got that best powder
We call a grand a dollar
We gettin' money, holla
call to me
I am free but life is so cheap
Scenery is still outside of me
All alone, trapped by its beauty
Shayla turned to run away
To leave in
a million miles an hour
A million miles an hour
When shadows all start breaking free
No longer held by gravity
How did we get so far from the ground?
Fanny
So take a load for free
Take a load off, Fanny
And (and) (and) you put the load right on me (you put the load right on me)
Cool down, Miss Moses,
executive area
Acting like they don't see me, standin in front of me
Walkin by me three or four times
Showin me views of they Victoria Secret thongs, tryin
never was, you see, that cheatin' kind
You feel all right, you never looked for me
So long, it's time, I've gotta get on by
Sad and free, sad and free
Let me get some gin pour up
Got some bomb weed roll up
Niggas got their gang thrown' up
These niggas got their game
They got it from us
I'm with my gang
Uh, this that Harlem music right here, this that Diddy Bop
Get ready for the winter music right here, this what it is [Incomprehensible]
You know me
Popeil.
Make me buy a garden weasel!
Make me buy a bamboo steamer!
Make me take advantage
Of this amazing tv offer!
(Call our toll-free number,
through from my first port of call
I was pressed into time by the men from the line
They didn't tell me where I was going
And I haven't seen my island
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