Lyrics:
style, we got a b-boy style
We got to put that shit together in a creative style
We put that shit together in a creative style
Outside
I'm writin' a letter nightly
Now my life gets better, every letter that you write me
Laughin' at this girl, 'cause she wants to form a harem
No, I
the sweetest angel, one that I fondly call
My yiddishe momme I need her more then ever now
My yiddishe momme I'd like to kiss that wrinkled brow
I long
featuring Tracey Lee
[Changing Faces]
Chillin' at home thinking about what we gon' do
What are we in this for
'cause we ain't in
God gave me style, God gave me grace
God give me style, God give me grace
God put a smile on my face
Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face
God
My blades are broken, but my pistols are all good
One's called Matilda, and the other Peggy Sue
Said I'm looking for trouble, and a man called Little
a suckerpath baby
She, she makes me real and sex appeal
That makes me feel good
She, she fills my soul, it makes me whole
That makes me feel good
Never
ridin' by
See, I used to be the wife of a king (yeah)
Back when I was smugglin' them things in the bing (Holiday Season)
Now that I'm a boss bitch, it's
Cup of the ice
Vodka by the liter
Don't it sound nice
Peggy Gou on the speaker
If you can't fight then you better fucking stop it fool
Drinking all
got the wicked style
I like the way that you are
I am your biggest fan, oh
Harajuku girls
I'm looking at you girls
You're so original girls
Old man down
Way down, down, down by the docks of the city
Blind and dirty
Asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee
I got no dime but I
just leave
T Lee's gumbo, cuzzo's shit be fire
Drinkin', smoking, we only get one life
But fuck all that, police passin' by
Just leave, just
(Beanie Sigel)
Roll a "L" and burn a incent
It's like magic when I invent
This shit that I present
Yo turn my levels up a izinch
And drop
I've had the help of loved ones and many friends who stood by me
And without their favor I would have given up a long long time ago
I remember my boyhood
clothes
Wild hair color and cell phones
Your accessories are dead on
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Harajuku girls, you got the wicked style
I like the way that
Testing poison in prison population
My occupation to stop the inauguration of Satan
Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men
Like
Sun green leaned into that megaphone
And said, "Truth is all I seek"
Security brought in some blowtorches
News cameras recorded the speech
"When
Sun green leaned into that megaphone
And said, "Truth is all I seek"
Security brought in some blowtorches
News cameras recorded the speech
"When
to be friends
Yes I can tell that we are going to be friends
Walk with me Suzy Lee
Through the park and by the tree
We can rest upon the ground
And look
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
if that's what you wanna do
Yes, I will try to find a compromise
We could sell seashells by the seashore with Sally Lee, Sally Lee
Read by candlelight,
and the Devil walkin' side by side
I said, "Hey, Carmen, come on let's go downtown"
She said, "I gotta go but my friend can stick around"
So take a load off,
daddy's gone.
And my momma met a maker
Oh to hell with that place.
So I said quit your talking
Your sideways walking
Time to find another path
That's fucked up, but I'll never forget the shit we been through
And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you
'Cause you my nigga Doc, and Eazy I'm
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