Lyrics:
appreciate you stoppin' by"
Said, "I ain't askin' for a dime just a minute of your time
An' your name here on the dotted line
Could you sign my petition?"
scratch my back.
Hot legs, bring your mother too.
I love you, honey.
Imagine how my daddy felt,
in your jet black suspender belt.
Seventeen years
the brother is whack yo
What you tell your man, girl?
Kool Keith, whatever, like rappers say
Like Big Daddy Kane say rappers steppin' to me
They wanna get
to leave behind my brother I'm still sorry
Soon I'll be sixty years old, my daddy got sixty-one
Remember life and then your life becomes a better one
I
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
rae, me, but we don't sing, motherfuckers
So Murder Inc, do your thing, motherfuckers
You unleashed on a team
Who expects nothin' less than R&B coming
then coward duck your head
You don't know who you be fucking with you'se better off, dead
Is what I say, best run the other way
In case of physical
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
chill factor
Minus five five, coolest man alive
Baby, who dat is? Oh, that's just Puff Daddy
Keep you on my mind, like I keep me on my shine
And I
bite the bullet and cough up the shells
She tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place"
And if he say, Yea', then we meet him there
She feed him
Intro:
Announcer: Can I have your attention please?
Keith: On my way to JFK
Announcer: Final boarding for flight 655 at Gate 14
Keith: I don't want
you made it
A world of secret hungers
Perverting the men who make your laws
Every desire is hidden away
In a drawer in a desk by a Naugahyde chair
(No no no)
Momma's, daddy's, sister's, brother's
Friends, and cousins
This is for my people's who lost their grandmothers
Lift your head up
And this was your valley when you were a kid
You showed me the railroad that your daddy worked on
As we neared the old house where your granny lives
This is a story (yeah)
About two lovers who shouldn't have been (yeah)
They did their thing (yeah)
Went their separate ways again (yeah)
Then by
bed
He said, Mommy will you marry me
And this is what she said
I'm already taken
You spoke up too late
I love your daddy son
So you'll just have
I see people hating other people
Tell me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
By the time
I like your brother, and I like your mother
I like you, and you like me too
We'll get a preacher, and we'll buy a ring
And we'll hire a band,
out our dads
Grab our balls tightly
I am walter, you know me from
I played you at poker
Until you died
I am your daddy
It's true he put your
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
Oh
Daddy Yankee, yo
The Big Boss
I talk to your chick in español
I'm so fly as a señor
Watch me shine and watch me go
Hey hey hey
blow by the kilo
With enough white sand to fill a whole grain silo
Move snow like winter to your door like hinges
Grow plants by the inches find me
you?
Who the fuck you know, nigga? No, nigga
Niggas killed your cousin, you want smoke, nigga? (stupid)
Glo nigga, rollin' up your cousin in a blunt,
(tell 'em)
I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayin'
I'ma bring it to y'all like this
By all means necessary
You might
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