Lyrics:
lookin in his uniform
Officer petty in '44
And you might say
Hey what's so great
Sounds like a simple man
He wasn't rich or famous
But to me he
like me
Never wanted love
Just a fancy car
Now I'm waiting by the phone
Like I'm sitting in an airport bar
You had some tricks up your sleeve
And when he got drunk he almost killed that house
Is this the American dream, or the American scheme?
That got me walking in these American streets?
Its
also
Slam the strike edition
What up? Corleone smoke the bone
Tone phone me
What up? He tried to slang there
Address him with chrome only
Grady with
eyes
Only Jah you must praise
Strive not with a man without cause
If he have done no harm
Let by gone be by gone
Said I had a close one yesterday
the type you shoot dice with and win dawg
Unless you want to get your ass laid out in Gilmore
He had some soldiers, 'mind me Troy and E-Bags
When they
out on me, would you?
What's that a blond hair?
He must visualize himself an Errol Flynn
I see myself a suave sophisticated lover
I'll meet
it for the boy
My baby may not be rich
He's watchin' every dime
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
We always have a real good time
And maybe
the plug, to sell me some drugs, to sell to my people to smoke on a nub
Sipping liquor by the jug
I'm trying to burrow it down, these feelings inside of me
nigh?
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town
London Town, London Town
Would you please for to let me pass by?
"Oh no, oh no", cried Henry
it for the boy
My baby may not be rich
He's watchin' every dime
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
We always have a real good time
And maybe
the alley
And he's waiting
And you my love come softly now
And ease my troubled mind
As we huddle by the fireside
Slowly running out of time
Born December's
broski, he'll bug, he vicious (woo)
If I give him a dub, he spinnin'
I brought her 'round the guys, now she gang
You will get traumatized where I hang
People jeffin' my checks be nice sums
By the way the way that I talk you can guess where I'm from
Kansas City, yeah! Kansas City, yeah!
Kansas
better
He opens up my door and I get into his car
And he says, "You look beautiful tonight"
And I feel perfectly fine
But I miss screaming
electric yeah!
まだほんの生まれたての factor (it's a factor)
共鳴しだす心が medium (by the medium)
Make a wish 現実に変えていく (we want to)
Get me started 今始まる連鎖
Chain
Let me tell you a story about these two guys
That eventually became brothers
You got this kid named Tune
Tunechi, some shit like that
Straight
words and lies
He told her come with me and you'll be a queen
So they left together to see New Orleans
Each day you can see Jim though years have gone
right, let me talk to 'em
Jeezy a rider, Jeezy a motherfuckin fool
Don't approach him like that, you and Jeezy ain't cool
Jeezy a gangsta, he rolls
Tarantino
Ask Nino, he know
Green with envy, the green tempts me
to make the rich the enemy, and take their cheese
Take their spots, take their keys, make my
I'm just a regular guy
Never get rich, but I always get by
I got me a wife and a couple a kids
I done pretty much like my daddy did
He always
Oh drawn by a multitude
Of different factors
What make this town my home
And God save the pisshead
And thespian actor
Relieved of everything they own
don't know him, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Haha
Has he taken (has he taken) any time (any time)
(To show) to show you what you need to live?
cause he's a friend of me
'Cause he's a hard workin' kid, I've just stated
That's why this record, is dedicated
To my man Rich
Yo yo, this is for
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