Lyrics:
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
dumb excuse like "I'm in album mode"
But lookin' back on that today, I was in coward mode
And besides, those two songs are either out or old
See this
playin' by your rules
"Sleeping With the Enemy" was album number two
Let's take a look around
And see which one of you all
Gotta balls to put me out
Here's
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
Yeah, Yeah! Check it
Yeah!
Now I'm in the 9th inning
Thought I fell off, I ain't quite finished
Yeah, I'm 'bout to put my foot in it
Talk wit'
You thought you was special
Well who told you that
Yeah they proud of you but
Do you think you're really that
Person they think they looking at
Being
don't wanna wake up
You can put me to sleep
(Forever, forever, never, ever)
(Forever, never, ever)
Confused by my thoughts
But I always felt this way
thought
That I was looney
I just had a drive as if I knew this comin'
Workin' all the time but
Wasn't makin' nothin'
Started writin' music for
My friends'
polaroids
So many flicks
First album done
So let's fill up some mo
Lets go off track
Hide away in the cabins
Life ain't moving too fast
And i'm so use
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
floss mode
The life of a boss player
Fuck what you thought though
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch
When my album hit the streets
Niggas can't
floss mode
The life of a boss player
Fuck what you thought though
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch
When my album hit the streets
Niggas can't
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of
Medicine and generate mills
Tour the album, only for more sales
Last name stoner,
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
Maybe I'll just pick 'em off
One by one
Then I'm dipping like a pick six I'm gone
Plus I got the heat
I've been cooking all spring to fall
Guessing how it
You know they wanna waste my time
I got a lot on my mind
Remember the vows that you signed
Really thought you could be mine
You were the best I could
on behalf of machine
My thoughts digress
Don't sweat the Terminator
The killer is really Skynet
Tetsuo
My youth defined by how my mind stretched
But the same
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
millennium is at your service
Flow the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile another MC
who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he could
A-K-A The Mayhem Click
And we're talkin' about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out entitle the Crazy Life
Can you tell us what kind
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