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Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
Yeah, I wanna be your lover (not your brother, not your mother, yeah)
The sun rose from behind the gasometers at six-thirty a.m.
Crept through the gap
buildings are haunting parking lots
In the city of good neighbors that history forgot
I remember the first time I saw someone
Lying on the cold street
I
we was broke, all we had was some common sense
Last night, I had a nightmare, I was at the stove
I woke up in Paris, cookin' up for Hov
That's why I
top and all that crap, now
Just tryin' to be appreciated
Nappy headed brothers never had no ladies
And I hit the barber shop real quick
Had 'em give
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
Right in front of me.
I know a kid named K
He's a MD.
Last time I heard
Yo, was getting real friendly.
Belly to belly and
Chest to chest
Thigh by
'm just a dirty, dirty, down south gold mouth nigga
Can't remember the last time I only saw six figures
I bang a bad big booty thang daily
I did more stars
Trick Daddy Dollaz
Eightball, Trey Songz
We high
Good evening ladies and gentleman
This is you're captain speakin' to ya
I'd like to welcome
"I'll do years if I pull this trigger"
So he cold dashed and ran around the block
Cop radios in to another lady cop
He ran by a tree, there he saw
told me these things would be happening too, fuck
Anyways that's all for now, I'll keep it short and sweet
I'll save the rest until the next time we
the diaper on the bottom of my baby daughter
I wasn't ready to be no father, maybe, kind of, sorta
'Cause when I saw her I sweat and made a tear fall
Not tears
[Big Daddy Kane]
Hey, you know, [Name]
I'm findin it very hard to understand
The lifestyle of young ladies today
[Male voice]
Yo, they're hard
how good the cat must be
Stop eatin meat, lost weight, but I still rap husky
My verse depth, is that of a baby's first step
Or the old lady who died
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury
I come before you to plead for the life of Leon McDuff
Ladies and gentlemen on the jury
I asking you to be the judge
kids
And they labeled me a fugitive
I ain't got no time to spend locked up
Cause I'm ridin' high on lady luck
Things could be better, I know they could
your paws till your last breath
I held your paws in my hand
Good bye, my Koko, my great lady, my friend
Verse 2:
Every day that passed by
I gave her
top and all that crap, now
Just tryin' to be appreciated
Nappy headed brothers never had no ladies
And I hit the barber shop real quick
Had 'em give
colony!
Tom: That would be gross
You tried that in our bus one time
Mark: I tried to start our own
Nudist colony one time in our
Bus and it was pretty much
bitch that lied
a little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked
my lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot
soon as I get there I find Afeni
I hitchhiked all around
Tried to stay clean and be free
Got a ride, he said
He had to run by the house
Took me five miles
Down a jungle road
Bamboo
the 2Pacalypse
Ooohh that's very good
Remember the last to have the
Challenger from the phone ringing
Eat the package mane
And I'm Shock G and this
Two it's time
that)
We want the exotic, erotic ladies
Not them toxic ladies that burn a lot
I learned a lot, from junkies to ruffians
(Ruffians)
From being tied up by
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent
Ey, ask me what I
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