Lyrics:
that ain't hard too see
But you must have been fooled again by your friends across the sea
And maybe you were fooled again by your people here at home
to make me feel so protected
I don't wanna worry no more
Just want you to know my name
By the time we exit
Wanna feel like I'm brand new
Even though I gotta
Locker
And it don't stop, Diamond D and Brand Nu
Baggin more chickens than that nigga Frank Purdue
No more domestication, on some over-seas shit
going on
Somebody tell me what's going on
I'll tell you what's goin' on-uh
Nelly:
What's going on 'cross seas, every minute a child dies by this disease
pull no punches
We aim where the crunch is
Bound to do most damage to your brain
If you're looking for it mellow
You're nothing more than yellow
Going
That's switch hit, it don't spray no more, he emptied that
I'm from Philly, backdoor, we get into that
I would really whack you 'bout that shit you said
built this large pizza pie together, no pepperoni
Yeah, you wanted extra cheese, sometimes I gave you extras
How we divided slices like the Red Sea
more (yeah, louder)
We will understand if they don't (yeah, yeah)
We don't want they bullshit no more (yeah)
Alright, alright
You take too many
enough for you
I got to stay black
Black enough for you
We're gonna move on up
Four by four
We ain't never
Gonna suffer no more
I got to stay
Let's get them shoes
And that brand new dress!
We don't need it
We can do without it,
We gonna make it
No doubt about it
We're going stick
brace
More colors than the game Simon Says
Go, 'hind me
And mami on forty-fifth she told me "I'm a les"
And she ain't like too much of dick
But give
shots, can I get a refill?
I still got more money
Strippers goin' up and down that pole
And I still got more money
Four o'clock and we ain't going home
Of course, we could never forget Biggie and Young Shakur
Fuck the police, no, we ain't fucking with our pastor
I'm the bastard that mastered the flow, said
feelings, my feelings, my feelings
And I can't lay by these hoes
'Cause she the one I chose
Got the keys to the Benz
I don't even drive my shit no more
an Oscar
We’re not in a place where
People can only have
One career or one profession
Throughout their entire life
So the exact amount of emotion
And color
Maryland out to Spain
You know we keepin' that same train of thought
Shit that can't be bought but only taught by millions of dollars
Now look what that
he's going nowhere, like uh (na girl, I told you)
(Girl he ain't goin' nowhere)
Get what you want in more pleasure
Leave no one y'all come together
to open your deep sea
I conceive an ocean by going between legs
Beg, nope, bed, floor, dope
Go, for it, couch, now
Slow, motion, around, put it down
Activis drool out the side of yo' face
We ain't jackin' it, we ain't dappin' them fools
Get a napkin, you dudes is embarassin'
Who going crazy like us?
but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika
brought us together when it could've tore us apart
Mom still ain't good, she misses you, she thinks 'bout you daily
We got a dog after you passed and she
I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this
But chopper going off in the hood man
Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man
Yeah, we hear it
the day, always
Until the trees and seas just up and fly away, always
Until the day that 8x8x8 is 4, always
Until the day that is the day that are no more
and ain't no coming back
Uh, I seen a lot of movies, but this shit is real
And only cars get brand new grills
[Chorus x4]
[Kane & Abel]
Automatic
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