Lyrics:
RAPPIN' 'BOUT MY WIFE
I'm further in life than I thought I'd be at twenty
Got a beautiful bride and I'm not hung up on money
Got friends by my side who got
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
I'm Feelin good I'm great
Nigga Get the fuck out my face
Champagne bottles by the case
And she love it my way
Wanna be my world I need space
Cause
tell the girls they on they way back now
I leave seeing smiles all around
The good, the bad, the ugly
20 below, before the windchill
Snow's piled high
These days Small talk about missing twenty nineteen
Missing the good old days back before quarantine
They say this planet headed for the guillotine
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
of your head
Sleepless nights on an H.P. bed
A daddy by the time you're twenty one
If your happy with a nappy then you're in for fun
But you're here
already back for round two
This here for shit's and giggles
Here's an epiphany
Dax ain't droppin' music when he's rappin'
He's droppin' symphonies
I make
ain't looking back back back
If you fall down I got your back back back
I was down bad bad bad
And the good things was all I had had had
Leo if your
about
Themselves, singin' original songs, by the original masters
And I'm sittin' there on the porch, rockin' back 'n' forth in my little old
chair
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
see what you got
Twenty four months I was sleeping on the porch
Hopped up with a torch in the Off White fours
I'm coming in hot
I look good in my socks
fingas up
We hollerin SQAD UP nigga! SQAAAD UP!
You got a problem - tell 'em meat me by mine
You know the heat be by my nuts nigga
Man we can knuckle up
That's right, Public Enemy number one (One)
Twenty years
It's been a long and whining road
Even though time keeps a changin'
I'ma bring it all back
don't)
But I, I'm feelin' good about myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
I think the time has come
For me to have some fun
I'm 'bout to peel back
don't)
But I, I'm feelin' good about myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
I think the time has come
For me to have some fun
I'm 'bout to peel back
It's only been twenty good minutes since I kissed you
Come back boo, I miss you
Wish I had twenty million hours to caress you
And undress you,
a number
Add it on up to twenty-five
The joke is on you, I'm still fucking alive
Had to drive by with the beat tape up in my mind
And combined with
competitor elimination
I-I-I-I was taking trips with Web to move weight
Came back to Queens to hit up a new state
Bitches don't know the half, like they flunk
My southside, my get back
My heartbreaks, my karmas
My set backs, my home town
My life time, my sun up
My sundown, my everything
My used to be,
lived my whole life reckless
Dreaming of another way to reignite the light in me
Honestly, I wish I could've given you the best of me
Break my back
(Hitmaka) Yeah
Came a long way to make it here
Yeah I thank God that I made it here
Have a good time, the whole town show up
Money coming fast,
loved by you
Wanted by you
I'll never feel that
I can't peel back your hair and trade secrets
Or keep 'em, or savour weekends
Stay believing there's
and gangsta!
[Chorus - Mr. G'stacka]
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease
Discuss these back to good by matchbox twenty Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In