Lyrics:
her if her weave new
I'm still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?
Been hoppin' out the BM with your BM
Taking her places that you can't go with
to do me the favor and lick my icing under the table now
But I gotta leave town mr. Nally, just as scary spice was about to go down on me
And don't ask
going on?
Where did we go wrong?
Where do we belong?
Caught up in the game and it's one I can't postpone
Meanin' if it rains, I'm the one it's rainin'
Spent too much time alone, just sitting by the telephone now
I've gotta find a place to go
I've got a right, I've got a dream, I gotta know
Why
white all on they toes, so now you know
Jesus piece, blessed by the Pope Elbow spokes that gotta poke
Candy paint dripping on roads, so you could see just
A place where my kids can play outside
Without livin' in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from them drive-by killers
I still got to worry about
A place where my kids can play outside
Without livin' in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from them drive-by killers
I still got to worry about
up
[Yoshamine]
You and I goin' do that damn thing, make it bang
You went out to the room in the back
Bring me in a Henney
into play
Now listen to me
While you're kissing her cheek
And smearing her lipstick
Slip this in her drink
Now all you gotta do is nibble
On this little
the middle of a tree
We've seen alligator farms and tarantula ranches,
But there's still one thing we gotta see
Well, we crossed the state line about 6:39
the way it is
That's the way it's gonna be
Won't be happy till I'm in the same place as Max B
For them niggas do your thing dog you know how cats be
gotta know (know)
If you with it girl I know a place we can go
What kind of girl do you take me for? (Hey)
Promiscuous girl, wherever you are
I'm
and maybe, have a round
But if you coming for trouble, Bad things may come around
You gotta go, to alligator fuckhouse
Do you know, of alligator fuckhouse
If
Rimbaud
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, and go Johnny go
And do the Watusi, oh, do the Watusi
There's a little place, a place called space
It's a pretty
for a cab
I hit mike told 'em "Send the wire to the buyers"
Word got 'round like we were handin' out flyers!
And them things went as quick
Rimbaud
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, and go Johnny go
And do the Watusi, oh, do the Watusi
There's a little place, a place called space
It's a pretty
the middle of a tree
We've seen alligator farms and tarantula ranches,
But there's still one thing we gotta see
Well, we crossed the state line about 6:39
on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is
Taxi man, take me to a new place
Where I haven't set foot and I won't know a single soul
Taxi man, capture my imagination
I gotta say, this year's
niggaz by the twenty
And shootin' by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny
Matter fact, man I'm a do anything for the dough
N.Y.'s finest with llamas
out to the music cause it makes ya feel serene
With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go
see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club wit the chrome
While
a man could ever buy
Paying his life for something he didn't do locked up in some place
Listen up, you know growing up I'll tell you something
They
the Pope
I gotta be a pimp or sellin dope
Cause in this town, it's goin on
And brothers doin that can't live too long
So what's my option, do it or not
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