Lyrics:
raisin' Stay down to earth with me.
Now looky here gal don't you high head me
For I ain't forgot how you used to be
When you didn't have nothin'
custom-made shoes.
And I can by the look on your face that you're makin' your move,
But she hasn't got time for a man who's tongue-tied.
An' she doesn't like
music we made had us all wearing shades now (cool)
"Where you stay?"
She said, "Down the street from Dominguez High"
Okay, I know that's borderline
The moon was high below the equator
And you and I were so in love
The sea was blue below the equator
Our dreams were new and so was love
We
Circus tonight at the old square
Families are crushing to get inside
cttracted by the lamps of the fair
Impatience is rising so tide
Mr Clown's
x2]
Who you be?
I'm tha one that stay high
Center maka up tha party, rockin' body's
With tha thugga hands up in the sky
Neva shy he's fly
Who am
ain't cheap, so I work all week
She's in her Sunday best 24/7
High school sweetheart, hometown legend
Lookin' like a ten but she closer to eleven,
stare me down just came to see me
Trappin' up a lil' cash cow, that's steak I'm eatin'
Check deposits, high-risers with extra closets
The sex platonic,
life
You need a baller, I'm a baller your type
You need a playa, that's what I is fo' life
[Lil' Flip]
24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my
everything I do or say
Makes it hard for you to stay
We both know what it is
Now-a-days we talk too much
Like you're forgetting all the good shit
You
Fly, fly, fly
It's Gucci (it's Gucci)
Huh? Fly (woo)
I drink 'til I'm drunk (yeah), smoke 'til I'm high (yeah)
Castle on the hill (well damn),
this family and my momma, too
But please brah, won't ya come back for Lil Wayne
And see Cita, Mrs. Rose, Sheryl, Kemp and plus Sinetra
Dog, we really
the pain
Having no money come my way
But now I'm making money even when I sleep
Eyes wide awake, but I really need a dream
We hustle, hustle
I go by Weezy,
your feelings, I don't be in your business 'bout who you fuck
I keep a lil' swoop, as soon I duck, gon' get some new dust
Stay at that bag, go get that
said that you could make some money in my video
I get high and drunk just to make it through a show
And act like I'm enjoying it but really this is all
heart so cold
I was slimin' niggas out, they called me Mr. Wipe-his-nose (slime, slime, wipe)
I wasn't tryna tell no folk, bitch, I was out there
I want to tell you all the story
'Bout a Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter
Who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well, her
the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws?
I wanna do it
Let's draw straws
Jack said, "we should work together"
Three of a kind, birds of a feather
Now
just really love Christmas! Two Christmas albums?
Jesus Christ! No pun intended
Am I high? A lil' bit (yeah)
Can I drive? A lil' bit (yeah)
Am I
right i really liked it
I'm all warm and runny inside
Let me pitch it to Sheldrake
I may be broke but I still have my pride
Come on get off your high
Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws?
I wanna do it
Let's draw straws
Jack said, "we should work together"
Three of a kind, birds of a feather
Now
Catalina and little
By little I worked
Through to the end of the script at which
Point I might have left: only by
Then those two boys from
The finance
press it (brrt)
Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press it
You know we stay vibed out and that is a fact
None of these girls got strings attached
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