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of fans, journalists and well wishers have gathered merely to catch a glimpse of the artists formerly known as fresh prince.
This album premiere marks Will
a musician
I thought "well, now I may have a little bit of a chance"
Because all I really wanted to do is music
And not only play music, but compose music
off, she got too attached
I ain't wastin' time that I'm never gettin' back
Takin' less L's, makin' more M's
Put her Skims on, now she actin' like she
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
'Pac in a slurred, drunken voice:
Ha ha ha, f*** all y'all, f*** all y'all, I don't need nobody
F*** 'em, f*** all y'all
Money gone f***
stronger
So many groups made three albums or more
And that weak-ass shit is still sittin in the record store
They wonder why it never sold
Niggas rappin
shake it)
Put three albums on, baby
We're gonna make it long, long, long, ooh
Now when the music starts
I'm gonna groove you slow and quiet
1 yeah
This album is dedicated to all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I
Y'all gonna do a whole cat album? Cat album
Damn
Motherfuckers start bringing their cats to
The tour bus and shit meow-meow-meow-meow
Oh my, oh my
I say oh my
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water now I'm prayin' for a flood
Feel
why'all say the same shit like you're looped up
Your rap's all lazy, Jigga the Black Scorcese
What your album lack is more Jay-Z
Code name: Jay-hovah,
why'all say the same shit like you're looped up
Your rap's all lazy, Jigga the Black Scorcese
What your album lack is more Jay-Z
Code name: Jay-hovah,
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty (thirsty, come on)
Uh, damn right, I like the life I
another heart (to have and hold)
All I want is a friend I can talk to (soul to soul)
Oh soul to soul (soul to soul)
Like an album on a shelf
Tired
Let us begin, what, where, why or when
Will all be explained like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I
begin
No I.D. my mentor, but it's time for the story's end, yeah
Ayy, I'm tryna do shit different now (woo)
I love this BPM, but this a different style
a musician
I thought "well, now I may have a little bit of a chance"
Because all I really wanted to do is music
And not only play music, but compose music
you have right now?
WEST: Well, influence isn't my definition of
Success it's a
By-product of my creativity i just
Want to create more i would be
Fine
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
Cee)
Now, just to let you know
I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my DJ Mister Cee in the place to be
Also the engineer all-star Marley Marl
know
Last year you guys dropped Peer Pressure
Then you
Had another song after that, then you kind of
Vanished, then y'all moved to another label
What's
a celebration)
For the beat, the rhymes, the streets, the dimes
You wanna try to eat, motherfucker, this my time
Ayy, it's a celebration, y'all, celebration now
and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? Blow it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now life's moving so fast
But being broke with no food is just
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