Lyrics:
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
you do it, ayy
Let me see you do it, ayy (hey, hey)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it, ayy
Let me
hit tha flo'
I'm out here spending all this paper
Bustin' cigarillos down
I blow it by the acre
If you lookin' this good
Well shit I wanna meet
hit tha flo'
I'm out here spending all this paper
Bustin' cigarillos down
I blow it by the acre
If you lookin' this good
Well shit I wanna meet
the truth in your lies
I see nobody by your side
But I'm with you when you re all alone
And you correct me when I'm looking wrong
I see that guilt beneath
Uh!
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul
bang nigga
Yeah, nigga
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day
[Chorus]
Hey don't ya wanna be high?
Hey listen baby come fly with me, take a ride, get high with me.
I know you wanna be high.
You never
(just what he was all about)
Good lookin' out little, shorty
Guess she wasn't for me
Glad that I found all this out (hey)
Good lookin' out (good
Play me some pimpin', man, yeah
Higher than a motherfucker, dawg
What's up with Logic? What's good, man?
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
scripture
Mama said he was a good kid, thinkin' would kid
I signed my deal with my AP on
In the drop top with the AC on
Stuntin' with Cash Money, get my
everything
A friend of mine told me he saw you the other day
Said you was still lookin' good
Heh, made me feel kinda good, you know
Told me, told me that
had cleared a voice said:
'Eh .. this place look all right
We'll tell the government it's a sacred site
Dead fucking easy'
'Good day Mr Alan
girl in a club
Went by the name of pecan deluxe
This ice cream was high maintenance
When I took her out
Nearly cost me twenty bucks
Met this chick
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
the feelings of depression and sadness
Good afternoon
We're reporting live in the streets of the Bronx today
chronicling a deadly epidemic sweeping
neighborhood
But when she comes out tonight
She be lookin' mighty good
And right now I need her so much
She done ease my pain with just one touch
She’s
to get chose tonight
Ridin' my leather and wood, hey
Hit the door I feel dynamite
And all the fly girls lookin' so good, choosin'
You choosin' that [Go
Who's that I see walkin' in these woods?
Why it's Little Red Ridin' Hood
Hey there Little Red Riding Hood
You sure are lookin' good
You're
everything
A friend of mine told me he saw you the other day
Said you was still lookin' good
Heh, made me feel kinda good, you know
Told me, told me that
the man they love to hate, The J.R. Ewing of Seattle
Pick up the posse on 23rd and Jackson
Headin for the strip, yes were lookin for some action
The limo's
(All night long I wait)
Yeah, hey, mama
Kick time at the bed, I'm coming over
Got something to show you
Behold your ass
I's wanna hold you,
The Preacher and the Bear by Jerry Reed
The preacher went out a huntin', it was on one Sunday morn'
It was against his religion, but he took
on the saxophone
And let me do my thing
Uh, hey i said it's hard to sip it
Slow when it tastes this good
I got a mansion in the
Hills and that's my neighborhood
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