Lyrics:
of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit,
a bad girl, gotta spank ya
Gotta thank ya for that head clinic
Explicit, hella photogenic
And tell your friends where the dick's at
Where they can get
don't know about it (how could they know?)
I thank you for the autographs
And the cheers over the years
You stood by me, you didn't doubt me
I think
and sick
Because I drive like a maniac on the streets
And I don't give fuck 'cause I've got the beats
Got my nuts swingin' from left to right and
Right
To Tell You You Don't Have To Fear Cause
Your Daddy Loves You I'm Not Going Nowhere And I Won't
Give You Up And Not Goin' To Walk Away Comes To You
Nas steps to perfection
Give thanks for the blessings
And cell phone calls and email questions
Soul vision shaman, work message board
Section people
Yeah, Yeah ,Yeah
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you, thank you, thank you
I don't care what people say
I'll give you
My praise
All day
All night
I
't give a fuck, I don't play
Bitch, you think you saw this basket first?
You're ass backwards like motherfuckin' Bob and Silent Jay
Illest shit you could
the beginning give off an electrical spark
I respect you if you respect me
Everything's for real, WTC
No fake ass shit, don't front the Remy
Break bread, never
am, but you don't
You've got me on my toes (toes)
I'm slippin' into the lava
And I'm tryna keep from goin' under
Baby, who turned the temperature
[Missy Elliott]
Check it
See I don't want to say that this is the end
I'll end by saying this is where we?ll begin
Hip hop is a freedom
to a complete stop
Thank you for flying Morris International, don't touch the cymbals
The next time you fly, fly the International Lover
Give me a nice
't give a fuck
Thank you
For ruining my confidence
You broke it down, but I built it up
Thanks to you I don't give a fuck
I thought I needed someone
counsel?
Hear ye! Hear ye! I am here
To holler that I have hauled tons by which I don't mean lots
I mean tons of cowshit
And stood ankle deep in swales
sips, that's why I hum sunshine
Niggas think I'm lying
Bitches think I'm fine
I'm smart man so I keep trying
Don't get fucked by the
Past thoughts, pass
day
Give thanks to the lord for everything you know I ain't gotta delay
Cos I know that I don't deserve this
I was just rapping and going my way
to the promised land, oh gosh
Said the promised land
Yeah, the promised land, whoa
Then I said to myself, give a thanks for the Prophet, God
For He gave me
[Lil' Kim]
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not be -I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C.
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And, since
Sailing on the tropical seas
Enjoying the trees and the breeze
Uncle Charlie! Shaggy!
Unforgettable, you got me like that
Give it to ya, you give
[Lil' Kim]
I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M
And not be -I-G, R.I.P. ba-by
I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C.
Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D
And, since
partner, give to the needy (arf, arf)
Ribs is touchin', so don't make me wait (arf, arf)
Fuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate (arf, arf)
Don't You Think by Marty Robbins
Copyright 1973 Mariposa Music bmi
Recorded by Leo Kottke on:
1975 "Chewing Pine" (Capitol)
She's been gone away too
praises due for certain
I'm open to the flow of abundance
In every area of my life
Even through all the stress and strife
I give thanks, blessed to feel
haffi give thanks and Praise
Praise to di ancient of days
Some ah dem Deya inna di grave
Eno be e just by the Grace
Mi haffi give thanks and praise
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