Lyrics:
innocent
When you slip on your favorite jeans
Good Intentions
Bad Ideas
Good Intentions
Bad Ideas
You're the bee stuck in my bonnet
I can't get you out of my
We were barreling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
the triple
Locked up, get a set a keys
Cop, cook and collect the cheese
With the top up on those 17s
Used to cop one for the 17s
Stretch Armstrong for those
I just want to build up
A solid bond in your heart
(Yeah) A solid bond in your heart (Aha)
I'm fueled by the idea
That this world was made
true!
What?
There we have one Kreplach.
Who one Kreplach that managed to get to Cleveland!
In fact, I venture to say that was the Kreplach that ate
the autumn leaves are falling to the ground
When the air gets cold
Then I think of us, of you and I
And it almost makes me cry
So sad and kind of bitter
Melle Mel and Richard Hell were dancing at the Taco Bell
When someone heard a Rebel Yell, I think it was an infidel
Adam Ant and Robert Plant,
gators that's necessary
Accessories, my closet's a "Pet Sematary"
I get approached by animal activists
I live in a zoo
I run scandals with savages
All
ur necklace
Let me show u what a nigga from Louis blessed with
Hey.... I'm exprained to leave
When I'm done I flip the mattress
Change the sheet
her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail, she let me call her collect
But
the cuties
So fine, so fine
We could spend some time
You are, you are
The one, the one for me
Can we have some fun
[Chorus: x4]
Hey Hotti
Definition
up and don't say when
And just get back on the road again 'cause
I know we've come so far
But we've got so far to go
I know the road seems long
You are everywhere, within and without
Where it don't matter what we used to do now
Where I feed my people when I get behind the plow
When I write
Unstable-ass, confrontational-ass, dumb bitches
You wanna bring a nigga down, even when I'm tryna do right
We could go our separate ways right now
You could
of inspiration is the motivation
Fasten your safety belt
While I take you face-to-face with the nosiest computer I know
Where'd you get that funk from?
When I
using tongs
Wings from Bong Chong
The flannel from Hong Kong
The soul jazz
I'm the offspring of Louis
Armstrong
Dancing on the table like Frankie Lyman
we make as individuals (what's that?)
Is thinkin' everyone lives by the same principles (okay)
But when I talk by the same teachers and principals
yo hoe at
Nigga she with me
Hermes my cologne
Hermes my sleeve
In the Louis like Armstrong
Don’t worry about me
[Verse 1]
(Eh uh)
I brought
Babu and his boys
High up on the rooftop
You can relish all the noise.
They are dancing on the tables
People bouncing like gazelles
Two 0-0-1 is
been my fate
Livin' in the constant state of "What the fuck should I create?"
'Cause I can do it all, yo
Pickin' the pen up when I'm feelin' pent up
The monsters are made,
and we have proven that we will be one of them.
The whores take the stage...flash our skills...
gotta draw 'em in...gotta
to things like
Dancing close together And going hey
Those were the days well those days are
Probably gone forever, I don't know
Unless Nixon is going
are you allowed
I cut the music, it was loud (do it)
You don't deserve my respect
When I talk to Kendrick, man, I sit on the ground (yuh)
Just
complex and a matter of time
Sometimes it's hanging in the balance or
Dancing in the shadow like a silhouette
So what are you weaving there
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