Lyrics:
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
girlies and we're out for love
No no don't judge be my [?]
I sail my hell, listen to no avail
Don't bother I'm not avail
No marriage keep the veil
I'm
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
you ain't with it then don't waste your time at all
Biggie Smalls, and you don't stop
All my love dreams that I've had
And my dreams are very special
here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me or leave me alone
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program
L'Album Noir: The Black Album
here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me or leave me alone
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program
L'Album Noir: The Black Album
feel like I felt about 2 years ago
My days are the same, they goin' by slow
I don't go to sleep, I'm hearin' the birds cry
I don't give time to haters,
't try rain on my parade
Don't know why I get hate when I'm spreading love
Feel like I've been given talent from above
Divine creature, like a dove
Said
somebody thatcha love very much
I don't care whether it's ya momma
Ya sista
Ya Daddy
Sick Philz come ova here bro
I want ya to help them out real quick
I say
got some more ideas that I wanted to do
so it might be a seven to eight track album, I don't know, but we'll just see
Probably only be a seven because I
betcha betta know ian steppin’ by my
Motha fuckin' self I got the gang with me on this Album all we do is bang
Its OT$ Gang we betta than you lames putcha
that´s
Saying that "don't prove it"
One day you´ll be lost
I'll be dead by your love
And I will be lost, and that day I'll be gone
I'm alive now, fuck it,
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
the womb to the tomb
I be rappin' 'til I'm dyin', doin' everything I love
That's the life of a don, skippin' school, sippin' liquor
Tryna get this money
while I'm gettin' high
I'm watchin' as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
If I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til the day I die
They
[Lil' Boosie]
Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing)
Every album like a bird!
If you buy Trill shit
Then you buy that real shit!
get to bustin'
Yes Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talkin', I beast
I love bad bitches that's my
get to bustin'
Yes Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talkin', I beast
I love bad bitches that's my
Love it when you doubt me
Love the little talk coming through your little mouth
Love it when you try to bring me down
'Cause that only makes me
I'm coming back with some fun, but, I don't know. I love you guys! Ultra 85's gonna be crazy!
I mean crazy! Bobby Tarantino's that trap shit, whoo!
Damn girl looking good in your baby phat
You got an ass a skinny
Nigga could handle that
Look I ain't T-Pain I don't love strippers
I might buy em
of it
Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public
Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets
And are suckered much by little or nothing
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
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