Lyrics:
(Told Lee he'd be a millionaire)
Holidays in California, quite strange
The height change but the sight same
I'm just adjustin' to the price
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
Trinkets
Prod. by Eliot Lee
Comp. by Chuchu Wen
Lyrics by Chuchu Wen & Eliot Lee
Vocal by Chuchu Wen
Are you okay after (you) sent me to the bay?
Trinkets
Prod. by Eliot Lee
Comp. by Chuchu Wen
Lyrics by Chuchu Wen & Eliot Lee
Vocal by Chuchu Wen
Are you okay after (you) sent me to the bay?
forever
But until they close the curtain (y'all know)
It's him and I, Aquemini
Yeah
Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said
"Get on the bus",
forever
But until they close the curtain (y'all know)
It's him and I, Aquemini
Yeah
Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said
"Get on the bus",
about month go by see I'ma be like buying her shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
But see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time
nothin' lasts forever
But until they close the curtain (y'all know)
It's him and I, Aquemini
Yeah
Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said
THE THINGS THAT MATTER MOST TO ME
WRITERS DON PITTMAN, BILL TAYLOR, THOMAS LAVERNE
Yes there are many precious mem'ries that I'd like to recall
by see I'ma be like buying her
shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
but see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time
I woke up thinking ‘bout money today
Hit my bitch off with the stick like I'm Lee
Cuz I know how often shawty feelings could sway
cin't about dollars
you
Wont nobody cite it like you
Wont nobody run it by you
Left lee lee by the bouye
Woke up smoking on that caliu
Half baked blowing thru the Drive
Check it out
Organized for the '93 flav' you know what I'm sayin'
We all gotta maintain
Mad bills, mad up and downs
You know how it go
This is
stuntin' like Evel Knievel man
Bumpin' Cutlass, Monte Carlos and Rivas man
Rollin' in slow mo, like the whole block screwed
Like bill '79, bumpin' Devin
to my lyric luncheon.
Word up, word up, word up, word up
And you know, whoa, whoa, whoa
Name's mc, my band's The Lee Majors.
Put us on the bill, and boy
send me a bottle of that
It's hella ass, some with glitter and exotic tats
You know my stats, superfly, MAC
I'm in the back getting worked by this girl
to get in,
Yo, this ain’t about beef
Or Lee’s baggy jeans,
This ain’t nostalgia,
I’m just talking ‘bout how things used to seem,
A guy had a dream,
a drum beat
You think her address is 21 Hump Street
She step out every night to swing
With her Lee press-on's and a nefertiti ring
Bamboo earrings
like fish fillet
She drop it low and then she give me face
Its the same shit but a different day
And my money old like a bay bay
Hunnit dolla bills
worth more than a hunnid bills
Or hunnid hunnid bills
Jeez louise thats 10 Gs you know what that means
Inna world errybody stay tryna get the cream
But
the island. Wepa
If you got bills that tryna test ya
But you whip a Civic like you in a Tesla
How many fake bitches gotta test ya?
How many fake bitches gotta
I need more
I need more
100 bills
100 more
I need more
Run the score
I need more
I need More
No need to tell em i got it
Im runnin get paid by
THE THINGS THAT MATTER MOST TO ME
WRITERS DON PITTMAN, BILL TAYLOR, THOMAS LAVERNE
Yes there are many precious mem'ries that I'd like to recall
notice you can’t get
On the beat right you get beat
Like i'm bruce lee in a street you'll
Be 6 feet when you sleep tight
Yeah, yеah, yeah homie it's yo'
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