Lyrics:
fucker looking like some paper
Stepped up out that mother fucker smelling like Jamaica
When she hit me on my phone I told her meet me at the studio
Said
(talking) hype here
Yeah hold up yeah
Let me start by sayin shout
Out to the greatness
And everybody here thank god that we made it
Cover your hands
but back came Rob
To the same old game
"hee-hee yo, what's up to y'all, want to hang?"
"yeah sure" they said on the quick fast
"by the way anybody
place
Haven't seen you since Christmas Eve
Lights sparkling, good whiskey by the tree
You said this is how it always should be
That's when I said I had
You never thought ’bout what you've been doing to me
By saying this and that ’bout your mentality
Cause you were too numb to see that you are
games had washed out in the rain.
I'd slipped out of my shift on some sort of screw up with the schedule.
There's a couple newer places by the river but
What's wrong? You scared? And Fred, you said you was dissing him too
I should of knew better than to listen to you
You fucking sissy
Up on stage
down by the equator
Lover boy got hella haters
Run it up like Fred Taylor, goin' up like elevators
Prayin' for God to save us so we can get out this
it, you fuckin' jerk
Start gettin' mad, talkin' out of frustration
In the game, six figures can easily turn to Nathan
Damn, I'm hot, dog
The fork
it, you fuckin' jerk
Start gettin' mad, talkin' out of frustration
In the game, six figures can easily turn to Nathan
Damn, I'm hot, dog
The fork
She does it right
She works hard every night just to make me feel alright
She told me not to worry
And there ain't a single trouble in sight
I said you
Bout this guy named Fred and
This girl named Nancy
But word, when it was over, I said
"Yo! That was def!"
And everything seemed all right when we left
Mmm.. My cousin's friend's friend wanna meet me
Saw V on TV, said she needed a sweety
Heard he was the type to do her name in grafitti
Greet her
homie we don't try
Homie we gettin' rich, homie we gettin' by
Feel me
Usual suspect, when the work hit the dock
The gun jerk first, and then it pop
me
And saw it was an old man
He said, boy
If you're feeling lonely
You've got a friend right there
It's not a man or a college girl or a football
of how simple it could all be
Oh yeah, Joe said that uh i could come in
And just pick some shit out
That's cool? All right
Tequila Stat
Words by Richard W Owen
Music by Richard W Owen
The carriage is swaying
The bodies crush 'round me
AI girl reminds me
Please mind
fancy
About this homeboy named Fred
And this girl named Nancy
But, word! When it was over, I said, "Yo, that was def!"
And everything seemed alright
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both
'The Gangstress'? Ha
You're on a wack journey
(Ho) Headed for nowhere, with time to spare
So I'ma kick this rhyme right
Now and right here i'd tell your
kick this rhyme right now and right here
I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame
And I ain't out to give you what you don't have
So I sit back
A friend of mine dropped me a line,
it said, "man, I gotta run to the USA.
I got no money, got no job.
" She skipped out of Mexico to stay alive.
now with three of my guys
The war is on and I'm on the rise
We rolled right up to his favorite hangout
Said, "Hello" and then the bullets rang out
I love the life I live
I said I live the life I love
Right
I said I love the life I live
Yeah, ain't no other soul gonna stop me
Nah, I said I live
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