Lyrics:
Yea
This is my story
It's my story to tell, so Imma tell it
Why not?
The fact that I'm still around really astounds me
Shocked and covered in blood
to do?
Sign a man I wouldn't sign?
I don't do politics music
Leaving people suffering behind
The yoruba people have a saying
"Eni Dale Lo Bale Lo"
Mbode is
while I'm reading
I could tell you the whole story but I'll tell you bits and pieces
Bits and pieces but you never seem to see it
Rearrange it how you
one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
That I'm vicious on the mic
one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
That I'm vicious on the mic
at me, I'm a shark behind
Glass, ready to break through and make you
Run with designer fake shoes from China
Fine, ya wanted it
I'm coming back, I'm coming
(Base control, base control, this is Mobile 5, we have a possible ID on Big Poppa Requesting orders?)
(Mobile 5, this is Base Control. Lock on all
to having a big reputation
Violated by his own family
He's got no problem with violation
Using a weapon brings fear
And fear just means you don't need
ten
My story is rough, my neighbourhood is tough
But I still sport gold, and I'm out to crush
My name is Cool J, I devastate the show
But I couldn't
it is I gotta remind me
That I made it to the big time
And I know I might not be as big as T.I
But guaranteed, if you see me getting behind
This story starts as any good story aught
At the unsolicited prompting of my lyft driver
On one of those nights that I did not want to speak with my
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
most of y'all say
Hope I'm signing contracts
By the end of May
I Gotta manifest that shit
Girl I gotta pray
Sneak up from behind
Ima hit you with
The blues bent and caught me by surprise
You went and you made it back alive
And you sent me a message from a brighter day
Long past, a story from
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
of poetry
I've been a driver for drug deals, chauffeur to strip clubs, gamblers at the casino who had won big, and some who'd Lost it all
I've been
passin' you by,
Like shit happenin' every day out there that you don't know 'bout
Everytime you call home your baby momma show out,
And your partners don't
there lies one more shot
Do not be the guy redemption had forgot about, left behind, got passed over by a criminal mind
Back to wrong, same old song
Pete
overload
Turnpike in freak mode, kissin at a highway patrol
Haulin platinum and gold, takin chicks to the superbowl
Big freight with big weight
Eight
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
(Chorus)
All my life, you stood by me
When no one else was ever behind me
All these lights, they can't blind me
With your love, nobody can drag me
stay
Money don't make the man, but you better learn how to make you some
Envy'll hide behind compliments, so watch who you take' em from
Long story
the rest was my legacy.
I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,
To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.
I own a castle and a yacht, two
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
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