Lyrics:
nagging bout the shit they done did
I stayed down aint run off on my plugs my face good now I'm doing it big
Traumatized watch a nigga die rite in front me
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
the feeling
(All right)
Good God got the feeling
(All right)
Touch the ceiling when I'm feelin'
(All right now)
And I be feelin'
(All right)
effin' avoid it
I ain't stop, already effin' destroyed it
We run rap from the jump
I'm KRS One to Capital Pun
That's when I promised Pun I would
Bring rap
Remix, see'mon
(now, this is Jimmy Cliff Notes)
(I'ma run through the roster man)
Let 'em know (on Murder INC)
Uhh (startin with Ashanti - owwwwwtch!)
yeah, ot goes down like that
Word up, fresh wes bringing it on
Show b-i-z on the remix
As we flow on 1992-93 and beyond
Word up as we kick the flavour
I'm
drake and touch gold when I touch this mic, anything less would be a waste of time, & time is in short supply,
Why is it that the joy of life creates
Then nine times out of ten you won't never know where your cavity is
Hit a forty, know it had to be his
A dude foul with a smile, they would never know
through the hood!)
Where my homiez? (Up to no good!)
Yo bust the remix that we fixed
You know it's mad lethal
Creep in the jeep
Pump funk for
somebody new I thought I never would
Forget you for I thought then I never could
But time has taken all the pains away
Until now I'm down to hurtin' once
turned out to be the most amazing... fun... I tell ya, we
really had a good time. Couple of dodgy moments when I was standing on the edge of this little
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
I thought thar you'd want what I want
Sorry my dear
But where are the clowns
There ought to be clowns
Quick send in the clowns
What a surprise!
'Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred
See L Butler better known as Chad or Pimp see
The closest homeboy that I ever had
Now when we
of the track
We here at Jive records, would like to piggy back
Get another beat from Timb, then get a verse from Jay
Let Hype shoot the video and we'll be
Fly, that you be on gone
Gucci on, Lanvin, Louboutin (uh)
And we high as the way that we cruisin' on
High like I, like mercury
Why do I mention
for? We were each created to be individual standards, you know. And we're trying to fit into a standard? It doesn't make any sense, you know. So now I'm
you now?
Would the silence speak more than words could ever say
I don't think we'd speak and our eyes would do all the talking
If I could find you what
Bombay on ice
Anymore and I'll be slurring like my voice stifle
Long days, short nights
In the morning when I'm zoning
Where I found life
You just
Like, woah!
This is a KingBlu remix
A KingBluPrint remix (brrra)
(Rrrr)
"Where them hoes at?" you know I be calling (Where they at? Where they at?)
the Milky Way when she say she need space
So I go intoxicate
Hit the interstate
400 miles I'm not even in her state
Now In Charlotte where I stay
Knew I'd see
back
Yellow Alize and a rucksack
Chip in for a cab fare
Then man would catch a bus back
Now where's the fucking love at
That's what Jigga said
dead serious
GOOD Music we the best period
Or you're deaf
Like the number 3 on the phone
Y'all remember how them numbers used
To be on the phone
Basking
about time, Captain, by now we must be 52 billion miles off course. They?re traveling faster than lightning.
KWIRK
Lt. Eubangdere, where are
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