Lyrics:
I’ve been looking forward to this time
that we can sit back and chill
Getting things ready all through the night,
now I'm bout to fire up the grill
loved me too
But now that's all in the past and I'll forget somehow
I don't worry 'cause it makes no difference now
(Instrumental)
Now that we have
brothers full of Arm'i, mami's in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, all Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov' because they know dough
When they see him, whips be
Yeah
Yeah
Told my lil hoe look don’t touch
All these tears i might start up a flood
Where they was when we ran outta drugs
Where they was when we
the right thing and run it back
She Said I’m to old to rap
But it sound fresh
In my 30s goose bumps all on ya flesh
I’m nas jay z and joe budden
That
Getting it on with black chicks by the dozen
He doesn't know the possibilities of AIDS
He's never heard of these things
He's been a secluded priest
All his
the past the time that
You don’t stay here by my side now
In the past, with all the things we left behind now
I don’t want to just be staying here to find
Yeah shit, I ain't lyin'
Turn me up a little bit (Dubba-AA-Flex)
I don't give a fuck what
These niggas think bout me
Yeah not one thing brrrr
Bitch
Fuck a label, ain't no deals, Independent for real
I keep it on me all the time, never die By the steel
But I ain't gon' lie, ain't a fan of how We ended
do?) Feel on each other, and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another; let the party begin
[Chingy]
Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel party
Wish for it, you just might get it
[Instrumental Break]
[Hilary:]
Tell me a story
I believe, oh I believe
All things are possible on Christmas Eve
common is these fucking Matsumotos
Yeah live from the Soho and hov told me I'd blow Joe
See I rap like a lifetime blown nose
All I know is I'm merely
operate
[Joe Budden]
Yo
Niggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad
Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car
Cause they all become
floor corridor of the Grace Hospital
These are my people, hello Joe, how ya doin'?
Don't I take good care of you, Joe?
Mrs. Bergman, how you doin'? What?
homies a Whether be
Fred Dogg S P double E D why cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe be
Find me in a lonely corner
Same thing but I'm one day older
Slowing time wanna stay a bit longer
It's coming for you
Take a hint you ain't getting no
soil
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow- Too Phat, Malaysia)
Yo, Joe Flizzow
First to go on this track
Transcending continents
Who better
To hold it down for
County
With your Woman Crush Wednesday standin' by me ah
Baby welcome to the pros
Had to dodge that wack shit no average Joe's
Told myself it was time
the tear will tatter back at you
And there's the scarier things, like that monsters all began as men
They were men.
Where there's sirens to sing, there
funny
Is it any reason why y'all starvin'
I smell bull and by smelling force
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
My jersey say James I don't play
up with all the pines
I've been catchin' plays and makin' sure my people straight
I never chase a shot, the only thing I chase a safe
I'm invested in
tapes hit the store, they sell so quick
You can tell by my big fat royalty check
It's just a Dangerous thing when I'm on the mic
And the local police
feeling off instrumentals
Had my pencil, and plus, my paper
We caught the 86 Lithonia, headed to Decatur
Writing rhymes
Tryna find our spot off in that
Hey, it's kind of shitty
A motherfucking pity
I sit reminscing about my nigga roe
My nigga joe died at the age of one four
And it's a motherfucking
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