Lyrics:
the heater right by her side
Aiyyo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me
Keep it real Dogg
Niggas seem to the brain, how you feel Dogg?
Nigga I'ma ride, set it up,
you as well as a
Smile like Valentino?
Could he sell you anything?
Keep your eyes on your soul, keep your hand on your heart
He says, don't hurry,
Don't turn away
(Don't you turn away like I did my son)
Look me in the eyes, junior
(I'm making no more promises)
For real
I'm trying to find
you as well as a
Smile like Valentino?
Could he sell you anything?
Keep your eyes on your soul, keep your hand on your heart
He says, don't hurry,
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
tell me, "Be humble", they think I'm flossin'
Shit, I probably am, I got this out the concrete
I stood in front of buildings, sold dope brown as coffee
I WANNA KISS YOU MORE
words and music by
Scott Patterson
Property of Blind Horse Records
I met you on a Friday night and Saturday i kissed you
In
Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar biller
(Yo, I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin'? Keep your eyes open)
For real-
But ask a Sagittarius 'bout your archery
As straight as a straight shooter can get
Was raised by the wolves, gotta keep the sheep from your kids
I
let me break this down
I used to pack pipes like Wesley Snipes, and new jackin' like Nino Brown
Puttin' brothers in fear lettin' ya know that Big Boy
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
I was walking in Chicago
By a Wrigleyville bar
Caught a scent of your perfume
When I heard Dancing In The Dark
Now I'm just tryna get through
touch, so much anger aimed
In no particular direction, just sprays and sprays
And straight through your radio waves, it plays and plays
'Til it stays
they want a slice of your pie
Ain't even surprised, keep your eye on the prize and aim for the sky
You was born by yourself and that's the way you gon'
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my mama be sayin'
And before
to be a princess in the States when your skin is brown
And mama smoothed my worried brow as I leaned on the kitchen door
Why do you carry the weight, she
why
I keep doing wrong
put love into song
biding my time with Honey Brown
all the beautiful things in life
just seem to pass you by
I've lived for so
we all in too deep
Pl-Pl-Playin' for keeps
Don't play us for weak (Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl-Pl-Playin' for keeps
Don't
her throat wetter, I fly by and leave no feathers
Rock a wife beater in cold weather, brown skin nigga, I'm a gold metal
All my watches on demon time,
fuckin' 4 O'clock
I shouldn't sell you shit, but Son, meet me on the block
I ain't got time to waste man, where this nigga at?
I'm in the Brown hooptie,
that, meaning that I keep it a stack
He's back, he a beast on the track
The only time that I go soft is probably with your freak in the sack
Feel the bass
mmm
That's what keeps me from going under, ooh
Imagine passing through your shadow
A fly-by angel at your window, yes, indeed
Ooh, oh yeah
Am I
knowin' what their cards were, by the way they held their eyes.
"And if you don't mind my sayin', I would say you're out of aces,
"And for one taste
How did I catch your brown eyes?
How did I get your heart beating with mine?
It's something I never quite understood
Well I guess I must've
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