Lyrics:
information for someone
You wanted to find some special material for you
But instead of this you got distraction on non sense
Put your hands up if you be in
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you
Wanna wake up from you, you
Tattoo your name across my heart
fuck nigga
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No no-n no no no no time to hide
Drive-bys in broad daylight, nigga
(boom boom boom boom boom
Boom
incentive
Is this about you, well, then what's your intention?
What's the intention?
What's the intention?
"Pssst, I totally get it
You're by yourself
more than a man lost, dead in my sin,
So here I am alive in Your hands,
Your hands, Your hands
We dress up in nice heels, we try to make people
of you
Try to keep it cool, but yet this what I want to do
Take you by the hand bounce you up outta here
But yet I got a show to do, and that won't be
Yeah
Life na turn by turn
Life na turn by turn
When e reach your time
God no go skip your turn
So make you no stop to de grind
Hustle non
Thinkin bout copping some blue seats
Ysl boat thats a new suite
Fucka bitch then cop new sheets
I record it make a movie
By urs truly
I raise my hand
Cause
You know what, I don't believe you either
So I tell you what, I'm coming up with a compromise
Yeah, just put your hands up
I only know it if your hands
Tomorrow could always be worse
Now keep them bottles coming by the kiloliter
And get that Ana off your chest, try to keep a clean shirt
I'm so Grand
dined hired up
When your times up
The Lord made his mind up
Everlasting torment for all you snakes who played foremen
I got pains in my stomach
I
The Jewels, along with that bike
This ain't my first LP, listen I am nice!
Not like polite, but destroying when I write
To build new, and if you don't get it by
The average, the best, the epitome
Anyone who holds rank of an MC
Will be slurped like the drink through a straw
So get the punchline, I'm down by law
Two are's
up your two hands up
And two fingers
By the time I count to 2
If you want some peace
By the time I count to 3
You gon have to meet the beast
Since you
call)
Calling my phone number, what do you want?
Bitch, you put up a front
(No, no, no, no, no)
Nobody wants to get through if they gotta break a barrier
but by my lifestyle
Life's wild, I ain't tryna get tied up
When I fly out got the pussy lined up
When your reputation precedes you
No redo, gotta hit it
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
his Daytons in his hand
Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by
Road House about to go full Patrick Swayze
That bit at the end where he ripped out that guys throat
So I called up Billy Webb and said get your coat
I
a brave soul can start
There is no such thing as fate in the eyes of the mad
Only by aiming for the moon can one fall in the stars
If all you do in your
quite
Nicely, get your wifey
Too much time she might like me
The new version of DJ Quik in the 90's
My rhythmalism got these wack
Niggas tryna find me
Tomorrow could always be worst
Now keep them bottles coming by the kiloliter
And get that Ana off your chest, try to keep a clean shirt
I'm so grand
mentality fueled by possibility
Brick by brick. Foundation of the new me
Version thirty-four better than version one
I hope to see version eighty for all is
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