Lyrics:
Whatever that mean, you know old people say it so it sounds right
So I'm standing there embarrassed, if we were both in Paris
I would have grabbed her by
the child
Soul Power
I'm spitting in the wind 'til it knocks
A tree down in the woods
(Allahu Akbar) God is good
Either you stand for something
Or fall for
of the time I'm probably by myself
You better not think this shit sweet over here, I'm gon' lay down that belt
We ride Strikers when it's dark
past, my head is lowered still
Ashamed by waste you have left behind with careless indulgence
So draw the swords, four at once, hope is banished
Loose
beat down
By the gang that you claim
You faking for fame
TSS
Homie you lame
Don't bro me
You don't know me
And if you know me
You know
I'm shooting every
Doing anything
That brings me glee
Imma clap on the dick
Ride it to the tip
Hope he can handle it
Cause Im going to the bass
Out of ya his bitches
I'm
got me rottin' in the time that I'm servin'
Tellin' you what happened the same time they're throwin'
Four of us packed in a cell like slaves, oh well
living yeah I'm living like glee
Living like glee
Tell me the coast of you living free
You don't even water ya soul
How you expecting to grow like a tree
I
for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but
to keep it, but they... when the monster came out of the cave, just over on the left hand side of the screen you
Ee about this much two-by-four attached
cease to sail
I don't think so what does a wage entail
Nine of five slavery or a twenty four seven
Most slaves tricked by the promise of a heaven
nothing
Look up bitch, get yo face up out yo phone
Too late
By time you look up bitch i'm on and I'm gone
Feel the fury of a nigga who
So tired of goofy
Where the slaves jumped in the coral reed
All I see's wreaths for over four hundred, I ain't a failure, I'm a forerunner
Keep killin' us, we gon'
got me rottin' in the time that I'm servin'
Tellin' you what happened the same time they're throwin'
Four of us packed in a cell like slaves, oh well
the projects, 4 for the love
y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus
And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like
Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto),
What now?
I am Shortie
I be 4'11"
(I am, I be, I am, I am) I
Am Shortie (oh, you tapin' now?)
(I am Patrick) I'll do that again
I did
Those that doubt Com' will soon believe
Can't trust the weave, my lady had one
I'm more like a fool for soul and passion
The price of gas rises, street
Would you go back if you could?
I don't think I would
Catch you by my side
Walkin' backwards over bridges we crossed
Is how you get lost
I can't
tomorrow looks promising
Honestly I don't blame you
Cause I got played too
Draw 4 on the table
Draw 4 on the
I did the same move
Now I'm tryna save you
From
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
casts a darker picture
Of the red handed act he's gonna whisper
Look blood, I'm sorry 'cause I know you got my back
He was running, I couldn't think
dollar stealth bomber fails to fly successfully
And you say I should be proud of this song
Think about it AMERICA!
Verse One: Sir Mix-a-Lot
I'm
mommy gave you
Of the day it rained but y'all posed by the slave ship anyway
Make it rain 'til the levy breaks
My fetus breeds as a combine of father time
Drips in szn
I want every penny sir
Bro got the glee
Woii woii woii
He's spinning that deli
Rah
Bro im Simma
I can't go for dates n Dinners
Outside need
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