Lyrics:
French shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too
And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a Ginsu
My album like a 'Rari, a lot
And put my ugly ass face on the album cover
With are & be top ten hits
And we had Jodeci singing all over our shit (aaahhhh!!!!)
Fuck that, though, yo,
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
I know a lot of people that smile in my face
But talk behind my back every time I'm gone
So when they call my number
I don't never pick up
I don't
see another day
Cause woadie really stupid
He love clutching on his K
He’ll drive by in broad day
And put a nigga on his face
Like boom look who just
Never address me as "Robert" unless it's 'bout that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It
you
I see it every time
Your pallbearer's palor is obscured by the darkness
By the darkness
Dancing across your face
And when the blackness veils
Ridin' wit a G in a G-wagon
Money callin'
I'ma call it back cause we still at it
Supa wifey
Got a pretty face, she a real savage
And that ring
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
whether to love the snub by my waist situations that I face got me running through the race
Had to call Patrick bouley just to beat the case a product of my
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Thank you. My fellow cmericans, today we face one of the greatest crisises in our nation's history. Right now, millions of perfectly wealthy,
Maybach Music
Pray for the days when the failure was a phase
Or hate was the case but they tell you to your face
The top came down so I never
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
face, by the way I laugh
By the way my eyes die, lie, cry
Oh my, might be why I don't try
I just want to find the sanity to keep me straight
Not the same
by the morning’s first light
Got to be getting on
One side of an album, babe
No time for breakfast, babe
I’ll be your once in a while
I’m back
away but LA's (such a fucking weird place)
I bet you wouldn't ask me
To do that by this time next week
You can't hide my face and save me for a rainy
a motherfucker
Smile in your face, I'm nice than a motherfucker
Soon as they thought I fell off, niggas' true colors shine bright than a motherfucker
Bright
that's what my cousin Meechie say
But we could pull about five, I'm talkin' five, that's just by either way
Five million for my album, that's an easy
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